Really Scary Clown Novels & Stories

If I stay for longer than that, I'd end up fainting. As for clowns, I'm sure eight out of ten people has this fear. Clowns are easily known as creepy, weird and even scary. They appear at birthday parties, trying to bring that happy and cheerful vibe but whenever I see one, I end up wanting to just bang my own head against the wall; hating the fact that I'm in the same room as a clown. ''Kenna . . . we're here,'' I hear a familiar voice say beside me which causes me to open my eyes, blinking a few times before looking around; seeing that people are still queuing to get on this ride.

Blaire seeing that the clown was pointing at her, she immediately shook with a lot of surprise as instead of her to be very happy and so excited at that moment, she had instead become so scared she no longer wanted to watch the circus. " You!!!! Come, come... " The clown still said with a very loud voice as he was actually calling for her and every thing that could concern her at that moment. The rate and the manner in which the clown was calling on Blaire was actually what was scaring her away from him at that moment.

They're likely to be extroverts. We were having a lot of fun especially when the clowns started their show. I was also watching like a little child when someone from the side appeared. My eyes squinted at the unfamiliar physique. He was wearing an all black suit while talking with Hugo. His back was on us so I couldn't see his face. I got up, feeling nervous as my heart thumps faster and erratically. He clutched her hands and went in their direction, only to be stopped when I accidentally saw the man's face.

All I know is that I'm scared out of my mind and that I cannot breathe. Before I'm able to take any step closer, Denise is already up on her feet, charging at the clown. The clown doesn't see her coming, and he also doesn't see her kicking him in the crotch. Her entire body is shaking with fear, but I admire her so much. I could not have done what she just did. Almost immediately, the clown from the TV stops laughing, and the lights turn back on. The other girls and I are standing up to shadow Denise. Before we get to do anything, Harry, Dylan, and Daniel are by the side of the clown, helping him up.

I was the exhibit, and the world was watching my capture in real-time. “You guys are seeing things!” Clara laughs, getting back to the stream. I made sure that I hid well this time, and I checked on the stream — they couldn’t see me anymore. Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. The floorboards groaned above me. I saw two bare feet stop inches from my face, toenails painted a familiar shade of pink. Jasmine perfume filled my lungs. Clara is still smiling on my screen, but her soft, familiar voice spoke also raised by my ear-