Really Scary Clown Novels & Stories

“Too sad we will never fight.” “If this creepy guy,” I swallow, “isn't scary to you, just how scary are you?” “We're all scary baby girl. I'm just crazy. Men hate crazy,” he blows out a perfect ring. Achilles unlocked the big chains holding the man, the sound of the key echoing. As he raised his head up, the clown raises his fist, sending the first punch. This fight had started. Achilles spat out blood. “You hit good,” he says, a glean taking over his features.

"That's a perfect idea." We all decided that we would go to the carnival. Something I did not know was that Gabriel, Mr. Big and Scary, was afraid of clowns. We walked into a tent not actually knowing what was inside and it was a tent full of clowns. The look on Gabes face was utterly hilarious, he looked so scared and ran out of the faster than an olympic runner.

It was as though we’d shut off the outside world – even though I could hear screeching laughter and muffled swearing all around us in the maze as people flooded in. We made it through the deadly circus, which was filled with clowns – the same clowns who’d been stood with us before the start of the event, though they suddenly seemed much scarier, more menacing, as we tiptoed through their section of the maze. They performed gruesome tricks, and I held Skye close as we passed.

the red- masked clown threatened, his voice dripping with malice. After saying that, he pounded the iron cage heavily with his mace. All the iron cages were rattling, and the echoes sounded terrifying in the small room. I worriedly gazed down and noticed that although the children were quivering with fear, they still shook their heads, even as tears streamed down their faces. I was moved and mixed emotions boiled inside me. Obviously, the clowns didn’t believe the children. They scoured the room again, but failed to find me. “Looks like he is really not here Let’s check out other places and catch him. We can’t let him escape,” the red-masked clown barked out in an impatient voice. He waved o

"Where is he?" "By the clown," I point to where my son is with his cousins, and Chris, Lena's son and Effie's boss, is with the clown blowing up animal balloons that Lily hired. Chris and Leo are two months apart and became best buddies and were invited to Chris' birthday party at Adventure City. At the corner of my eye, I see Seth cowering next to Terry for protection as he glares at the clown. I just recently learned about his fear of clowns that started in his childhood during his seventh birthday. Rex said Seth cried like a little girl because the clown was too scary.

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' She screamed, and tore herself from his tight embrace. Horrified patrons looked down and saw long,skinny claws protruding from the stranger's trousers. He had chicken's feet,a sign of the devil. Other women began to shriek hysterically and say prayers. The stranger walked into the men's cloakroom and disappeared-leaving behind only a strong smell of sulphur-the devil's scent.

When Clayton heard Nicole’s voice, he pursed his lips, put his hands down, and turned to look at her as if nothing was wrong. “Yeah, I’m fine.” However, his smile was a little wan. Nicole laughed. She could not help but laugh when she realized that Clayton was afraid of horror films. “Look, the girl should be pulling the door instead. The door won’t open because she’s pushing it…” Clayton turned his head to look, just in time to see a female ghost with long hair suddenly appear on the screen. He jumped in fear. There was some surprise in those dark eyes, and his finger bones were well defined as he grabbed onto the armrest. He looked like he was in shock.

I am glad he isn't making fun of me. “I thought you said you weren't scared, little wife?” He asks. "I..I.." I stutter. The truth is that I am scared of ghosts and most especially, clowns. “That was a lie," I say truthfully, feeling really disappointed in myself. "I just wanted to impress you, I'm sorry.” I hear him sigh and feel embarrassed. Just as I am about to say something, a red-eyed, evil clown pops out from a box, scaring the hell out of me! They don't look robotic, they look really real! They are slowly approaching us, baring their sharp, elongated fangs at us.