Scary Clown Novels & Stories

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.

she snared. Fear gripped Clara when she took a closer look at the woman's face. She had eyes that were detached from her socket, a crooked nose, tiny dark veins that spread like roots and covering half of her face and her hollow cheeks with visible bones that made her look more like a ghost. Clara screamed in horror as she had never seen anything like it before in her life. "Please. Stay away from me" Clara begged as she tried her best to retreat. Seeing how frightened and miserable Clara was, Annette let out a satisfied laugh.

For the first time in weeks, her worries felt far away. And then came the scares. They entered the haunted house as a group, swallowed by fog, flashing lights, and grotesque monsters popping out of the dark. Zoe screamed at every corner, practically hanging off Melinda, who threatened to hex the next actor who touched her. Chloe shrieked when a clown lunged from behind a curtain, then broke into nervous laughter, clutching Diana’s arm. Diana strutted through unbothered, blowing kisses at the “undead,” and announcing, “Scary is cute on me.”

Why he is the most different? "D-do you think you can scared us? Yeah! Your just saying this to scared us and both of you can escape! Don't get be fooled by her words guys!" The man who is in the front said that agree by them all. "I'm not scaring you, I'm warning you" the clown head said and walk closer to them. "Just sit here Chlo-Chlo and watch me shining like your night in shining armor prince" she said and chuckled. "M-make sure you'll beat them" I said and smiled a little to let her know that I'm trusting her to beat this guys ass.

He extended our claws and lowered one finger down to the clown's face and he hooked a claw in his chin. Maddox yanked his head close to ours. "Listen here clown because this is your last warning - you're gonna brew up a batch of whatever you need to fix my friends and you're gonna do it no later than now!" Maddox growled. His tone even sent chills down my spine. The clown began to tremble with newfound terror as he watched the black swirl in our eyes. "But - I -" he tried to talk. "You know what's worse than being undead?"

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.

“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.

She had to meet the person she had come to see. “Listen!” She attempted to get the bartender’s attention by leaning slightly more on the counter, practically lying on it, and asking. “I need to see this man. It’s really urgent. You must have seen him. Extremely tall. Extremely tough. Obsessed with skulls and skeletons for some really creepy reason and—oh— has this absolutely horrendous scar on the right side of his cheek.” “That’s Fritz.” A deep voice called out from behind her. Claire froze before looking over her shoulder and spotting a man sitting at one of those round tables, his feet on the top. Rings of smoke spilled from his mouth as he bent his head to one side and peered unimpressiv

He was blatantly having fun enjoying his supremacy. Otaku was virtually savoring each woman that stood there with his evil sorcery. Ugly bites if his nails and marks of fingers swept on the feminine's body. His breathe went heavy for the amount of woman he fucked just by throwing a look at them. The complete community of people shivered with fear at his sinfulness. He was standing in the midst of the vast hall with millions of people terrorized and surrounding him.

"Forget it. I might as well try anything at this point. Go ahead and do my makeup. The goal isn't beauty—it has to be eerie and scary. Viewers love watching players lose it." I thought about her unusual request for a moment. "Honestly, I don't think beauty and creepiness have to clash. The obvious way to scare people is with grotesque, horrifying makeup, but there's a more effective approach—when you look beautiful yet still inspire pure fear. You may look innocent, but in truth, you're a flower blooming in the dark, nourished by the corpses around you. "When players stumble helplessly into your traps, you clap with glee, your face twisted into a crazed smile, the slits at the corners of you