Really Scary Clown Novels & Stories

She couldn’t overcome it. “Oh, she’s a fighter. Just like how you want it,” chuckled the clown. “Good. I want to hear her scream,” said the ragged man. “What?” gasped Juniper. “I want to hear you beg-” This wretched man was making Juniper fret. The ragged man lifted her chin and said, “Death.” Juniper began to panic. She looked up and slightly lifted her head. The clown softly mumbled, “I will let you have one more look. A desperate look.”

I smiled at Claire as I helped her up and asked her to sit on the sofa next to mine. "So... how was it?" she asked eagerly. I sighed sadly. "It was terrifying!" She scrunched up her face. "Terrifying?" Then she suddenly gasped and her eyes widened in fear. "Are the rumors true? Did you see the skeletons of that couple?" I nodded quickly, feigning a frightened and traumatized expression. I guess Vincenzo has passed on his acting skills to me. "I can't believe it's not just a rumor. They—"

‘’You have got to be kidding me,’’ he said, making a face. “What better way to feel like a kid again and take our mind off things?’’ Aaron made a face. ‘’I hate clowns.’’ ‘’You hate them, I fear them but that’s not why we are here.’’ There was a knock on the window and when I looked, there was nothing at first then a clown popped up and I screamed on top of my lungs. Aaron began to laugh, and when I turned to him he was wiping his eyes. ‘’That was fucking brilliant. You should see your face.’’

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.

She laughed maniacally as she pointed to the crimson door in the middle of the room. The crimson door slammed shut behind us, and I gripped the flashlight tighter in my hand. This is quite horrifying. A girl who had been possessed by some kind of demon, a man who was being tormented, and other characters based on the horror movie that everyone had seen. As it goes on, it becomes thrilling. However, what I didn't expect was that they would include a character who happens to be my most dreaded clown, penny-wise. "Come and have some fun with me." Sinister laughter could be heard from Penny Wise's lips. I can see that his frightful fangs are still dripping with blood.

How would they even know about Dracula? Alistair let out a laugh. ’’Trust me, the truth will shock you.’’ "Would you like a balloon?" A clown asked, walking over to where they sat. October nodded at the clown with blue hair and a red suit on. She was glad when he came over, because she saw the amazing art that he had made for everyone else and wanted one as well. “A butterfly please?" She asked him. The clown got to blowing and tying the balloons. “Here you go, one pretty butterfly, for a beautiful girl."

I stood there at the entrance of the venue carrying Zia, but not a sign of him. I’m seriously getting worried and ZG have been asking me about the clown every five minutes and I don’t know what to tell him. My mom didn’t give me and contact information for the clown, so I decided to call her. Her phone kept on ringing but she wasn’t picking up her phone. I then felt a tap on my shoulder and when I turned around the clown wearing a bright blue and yellow outfit with red hair and red nose was behind me. “Oh. You gave me a scared there. You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.” I said to him and he just clasped his hands together like he was asking for forgiveness.

However, just when the game was about to end, my eyes caught a glimpse of something that made me stop. I noticed that Clark had a peculiar tattoo on his arm I believed was similar to what we found in Hunter Grey. Based on my quick observation, the tattoo was an intricate design of a demented clown, with elongated limbs and a twisted grin on its face. The colors used were vibrant yet grotesque, with shades of mustard yellow, deep red, and silky green. The clown's eyes were black and soulless as if they were staring right into your deepest fears. But the weirdness of the tattoo did not stop there. Around the clown's body were tiny, almost indiscernible symbols and lines that seemed to move and

Its mouth split even wider as it surfaced, rubber clown lips tearing, revealing a second row of needle‑teeth beneath. It let out a shriek that was part calliope, part rusted hinge. The survivor it had burst up under didn’t even have time to scream properly. One hooked hand latched around his thigh. The other shot to his chest. With a horrible, jerking motion, the clown yanked him off his feet and down toward the hole. The man’s scream cut off in a gurgle as his head smacked the board edge. “Grab him!” someone shouted. Hands shot out.

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.