Scariest Killer Clown Novels & Stories

A loud clap echoed down the corridor and she slowly dropped the body, wondering who the clown was. Allegra raised her head and that was when she saw the man seated in the midst of the smoke at the end of the corridor. He was facing the wall and clapping with an endless chuckling. 'What the fvck is he doing? ' Her wolf asked and she shrugged. She had no idea too. "An insane intruder" She announced with a loud voice and the clapping and chuckling of the man stopped at once but still echoed for some seconds. His husk voice then sounded, "You're exactly as described. Dangerous and brutal in all ways, even going as far as ripping out the reproductive system of a fellow woman, that was my favourit

He can hypnotize all of them and take me, he will kill Max! " Wilson you don't understand! It won't be just the Silver wolf! Alex is in the wild and there is Spencer, he will come for his daughter, idiot! " If Spencer came first he will snap my neck and blame it on the hunters. " You mean the Circus crew? Is this girl one of them? " " That's why she is wearing like a freaking clown zombie. " "That means she is a killer too! " The hunters were approaching her but I stood up.

Walter Hallas, a 26-year-old store clerk in Leeds, England, was so afraid of dentists that in 1979 he asked a friend to try to cure his toothache by knocking out the offending molar with a punch to the jaw. The punch caused him to fall down, hitting his hard, and he died of a fractured skull. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

He would turn to the camera set right by the big screen on the dining table, filming him, and whisper something like, “Look at her! She’s totally controlled by the demon! Look how she’s lying there. She’s letting it feed on her!” His face that day twists my guts even today. He was clearly a scary madman about to go off again and pull another crazy stunt. His narration explained how paranoid he was. How he wanted to run away, but he couldn’t leave his friend behind. He explained, without beating about the bush and without metaphors, that he felt his life was in danger and he could be actually murdered. Because he was more convinced than ever that Kujo was but a full-out soul-eater demon. I’d

If he hears you talking about him like that, in addition to not receiving the money, you will still end up dead and devoured by him. - Shut up. He's crazy, but he's not that crazy. - Do you want to put it to the test? The other grabs another chicken and starts eating in silence. - I thought so. Stay quiet. Eat and drink and sleep. When the time comes, you get your money. We'll probably have to dispose of the boy's body when he's finished. “Claudius.” – thinks Lycaon. – “Where have I heard that name before?” “I only remember one Claudius. And the way they talk, it could only be him. The mercenary and murderer Claudius, the leader of the “Black Skull”.

The police officer was about to walk out with Clover when he took two steps and saw a gloomy man in black tights standing at the doorway. He was none other than Scorpio, one of the Twelve Golden Zodiacs. He possessed a killing aura and was chilly and scary. The two police officers automatically came to a halt when they saw him, not daring to approach him. They were concerned that this individual was too dangerous to approach and that it was best not to. "Who are you? Get out of my way!" Faced with the police officer's fumigate, Scorpion stood firm in the doorway, even pulling out a blade as gleaming as silver from his waist.

I growled. My hostile demeanor made him step back a little in fear. "That --that was what we think it was," he stammered. My face instantly flushed red in anger and impatience. "Look, chief. We spend a rough number of months investigating these serial killings, only to come up with a clause that the killer was a goblin? Chief, the people all over the world were asking for some substantial kind of news! And not the ones that were made out of superstitious beliefs or even scary bedtime stories!" I made a point of saying.

Trailing the guard were the very soldiers and the psychologist who were supposedly dead. "What if... we are the witnesses?" I pushed through the line of agents, walking deliberately toward Silas. Behind me followed ten fully armed "ghosts." Enzo, whose throat was cut; Mario, who jumped from a building; Luigi, who drowned... Even the "suicidal" psychologist, Dr. Sterling. They removed their masks, revealing faces that made Silas look like he'd seen a ghost. The wine glass slipped from Silas's hand and shattered on the floor. His practiced elegance crumbled, and his eyes finally showed terror.

Adding to the seal. "What is happening?" someone shouted. I walked into the middle of the room. My legs shook but I forced them to hold me up. Blood dripped from my face. My shoulder. My arm. "Conrad Firstchild is the killer." My voice came out stronger than I expected. "He is heavily possessed by demons. He means to kill all of us. We have to get out of here. Now!" Whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire. Then the kitchen door started to rattle.