Scariest Killer Clown Novels & Stories

he stated firmly. The room seemed to spin faster, blurring into a chaotic whirlwind of shadows and fear. My mind became a canvas for horrifying images that assaulted my senses. I saw the killer, his face twisted with sadistic pleasure, as he savored the taste of blood on the blade of his knife. My mind replayed the scene over and over, each time highlighting his deranged eyes studying my every reaction, reveling in the terror he had inflicted.

Kayla faked a smile that could be mistaken for a true and loving one. Anthony gave the clown a long gaze. The insecurity he felt, the fear and anger his beast felt having a creature of his kind, even more wicked than one touch his mate, was uncontrollable. It took him everything not to leap across the table and slice his throat. The prick dared get his hands on his property. In fact, he didn’t deserve those hands anymore. If ever he’d kill the jerk, he’d remove those hands.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

I could make out spots of blood spatter against the back of his hand and the cuff of his shirt. “Well, my pretty kitties,” he said. “Tonight’s frightening feature stars two of my favorite fiends. None other than Boris ‘The Creature’ Karlof and batty Bela Lugosi.” He leaned closer to the camera and smacked his lips, flashing jagged teeth. “Any fraidy cats out there better hightail it, baby, ‘cause here she comes! Roll that film!”

“Unlike you, Claire, I respect other cultures. That’s why it’s only right we kill her and her children and give them a chance to meet this Jester.” “What does he look like?” asked Maurice. “Like a jester?” “I have never seen him,” said Terry bitterly. She glared at me. “Neither have I,” I said. “All I heard was a laugh, and that could have been my mind playing tricks on me. Believe me, I don’t want your place in the queue. I’m trying to help you get to him quicker.” “You’re so full of shit,” said Claire. She took out another knife from Chucky’s jacket and tossed it to me. “Here. Let’s see you slice the kid’s throat.”

I responded immediately. "Do I look like a teacher who teaches people manners? I am a killer, mf. I kill people, I torture them, I don't do charity. And, rapist mindset never changes, because this mindset resides on their subconscious, and changing something in the subconscious brain, isn't something that I do," I bluntly rejected his offer. I won't let a clown entertain me 24×7. Damn, I wouldn't tolerate that shit bag even for a minute. "Well, there is a thing about Kaal. He knows to get his work done, by hook or by crook. That's why, you're going to do what I say," he spoke with a crooked smile on his lips.

Outside the tent in a conversation between the worm man and one of the dwarf clowns, named Tino. "Poor boy, he has suffered so much," said the worm man. "This is so, and unfortunately, he will suffer more, when in some days, he has to appear in his own village as the freak who returned from death."

That was the name he called me, Miss Famous, because I was more famous than him. “I’m fine, just a bit nauseous,” I lied, forcing a smile. “This is one of the worst cases I have ever seen.” “I know, me too. The claw killer strikes again. He is a sick bastard, whoever he is. Look at what he did to this poor guy.” He said, gesturing towards the corpse. “He ripped out his heart, his liver, his kidneys, and his eyes. And he left these claw marks all over his body like he was some kind of animal. What kind of message is he trying to send?”

And if he had, why had he done it in this way? There were so many other ways, ways that wouldn't have ended up with the victim practically at his backdoor. She'd heard the stories of women being doused with acid in other parts of the world because they'd rejected the advances of some suitor or other. But this went much further than that; someone had died. And what about the clown? If as her husband said she was afraid of clowns then someone had purposely set out to scare her. She looked from the direction of the tree where the obscene thing had been found and back to the marked area where the puddle and the body had been.

Making everyone scream in hysterics instantly. The music suddenly stopped. Replaced with uncontrollable chaos and screaming. Jack stopped his guitar playing. He came to the front of the stage and smiled horribly. Jack took out a knife from the pocket he had prepared earlier. He slit his own throat until blood gushed from his neck with an expressionless face.