Really Scary Clown Novels & Stories

He reluctantly agreed to Claire's idea of scaring the teenagers. As they set out to scare the teenagers, Nate twirled his hands, making a strong wind blow across the graves and quench the candles, causing panic on the teenagers' faces. One of them suggested they leave, but they shut her up. Nate then made an eerie laugh loud enough to scare them, and they froze. Claire raised her voice, pretending to be a mysterious figure in the fog with horns and glowing red eyes. They all screamed and left, leaving Claire to materialize and sit on one of the tombstones laughing evilly.

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.

"I thought I heard someone screaming out about clown pussy?" "Well, yeah. But-" "You have no manners.." the clown laughed. "Clowns are people too, you know." Milo could feel the irritation start to boil up inside of him again. "You have the nerve to lecture me about manners when I'm being held against my will by the circus strongman?" He paused, feeling a lump forming in his throat. "What's gonna happen to me if McGregor decides to press charges against us?"

He had a nice voice, but all he used it for was to scream and chew everyone's heads off. He was probably the clown from IT. Only, this one targeted adults and not children. It was all beginning to make sense. No wonder he scared the living daylights out of me. He was like Pennywise, Squidward, Eeyore, and freaking Johnny Bravo wrapped in one annoying ass package.

“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.

Now I was standing in the middle of town, surrounded by couples, families, and kids running around with glow sticks, walking beside the man I swore I wouldn’t let back in. I sighed, folding my arms. “If I see one clown, I’m leaving.” Allesio smirked. “You’re scared of clowns?” “I never said I was scared. I said I don’t like them.” He hummed. “Sounds like fear to me.” I shot him a glare. “Keep pushing and I’ll make you regret it.” “Noted.” His grin was wide and boyish, and it did annoying things to my chest. Damn him. Damn his smile.

I missed her beautiful scent, I missed staring into her eyes and admiring her beauty. My hands fell to the hand of the chair, under it I felt an indent. Like a mark. I turned around and looked to see what it was, it was then I saw the sign. Something I had told Naomi sometime about, it had been nothing but she had chosen it. The head of a clown. It wasn't drawn beautifully but I could make it out. When I had told her about it, I had meant it as a sign of fear when I was a boy. I had been scared of clowns and as I grew into a man, I made them my sign to induce fear into my rivals.

"Fine, we met at a bar. Nothing happened that night, but I asked you to dinner the next day and we have been together ever since." "Better. And if we don't know something about each other we can say we've only known each other for 3 months, it's perfect!" "Should we head over and start the show?" He said, holding out his hand. I grabbed it and he led me out of the church. “What was that text about Clown man?” I asked as we walked. “Clown face. He terrorized this area in the late 70s. Killed so many kids.” He ominously said. “I like to find out if there are any serial killers in the areas I visit.”

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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.