Scary Clown Novels & Stories

The carnival smelled like sugar and popcorn and damp hay. At the haunted house entrance, someone hands me a red balloon and tells me to follow the path. Somewhere, I turned wrong. My brothers vanished. Three clowns appeared. Not funny clowns. Not circus clowns. These were fuck-ass ugly, nightmare clowns — too tall, teeth too sharp, voices wrong. Bloody knives glinted under flickering lights as they closed in. Run. I told my feet. But they were stuck. I watched them getting closer and closer. I could already feel their teeth sinking into my flesh.

27th floor. Monster: a short clown. His mouth had been slit ear to ear, stuck in a permanent, twisted grin. I knew what he was—a kid with dwarfism, same as me. Tossed aside for being different. Desperate, he ended up in a circus. They made him a freak show act. To get more laughs, the scumbag ringmaster carved his mouth so he'd always be "smiling." Once he'd made his money, the kid broke his leg on the tightrope. Couldn't perform anymore. So they tossed him into the freezing night like trash.

A massive building suddenly appeared in front of Valeria, making her stop in her tracks. The walls were painted black with red splatters that looked like dripping blood. Valeria winced at the sight, instantly reminded of the image of the deer she had seen earlier. Twisted neon lights formed the words Haunted House, hanging above the entrance, with a mechanical clown face beside it that opened and closed its mouth on repeat. The clown alone was creepy enough to make Valeria’s skin crawl. No wonder the kids were scared yesterday.

What the fuck? “What the fuck are you doing?!” a deep, funny-sounding voice yells at me, causing my ears to ring. I groan as I open my eyes and see a brightly colored clown in front of me. A sexy clown. As my eyes meet the deep brown ones of this sexy clown, a weird pressure radiates from inside my head. It feels like someone is trying to talk to me from the other side of a brick wall. It hurts. I shake my head trying to make it stop.

The clown turned around like it was leaving but then stopped when I exhaled. “Why is it stopping?” It turned back around, pointed its clown fingers at me, and then slowly walked into my gate, and I have never had such a jumpscare in my life before. “Hey, go back! Hey! This is not your house!!!” I screamed out to it, and quickly pulled out a guy as I ran as fast as I could downstairs. I was only in pants and my hair was scattered all over my face, but I didn't care.. I wasn't sure what was happening, but it looked good. I felt good.

"Where is he?" "By the clown," I point to where my son is with his cousins, and Chris, Lena's son and Effie's boss, is with the clown blowing up animal balloons that Lily hired. Chris and Leo are two months apart and became best buddies and were invited to Chris' birthday party at Adventure City. At the corner of my eye, I see Seth cowering next to Terry for protection as he glares at the clown. I just recently learned about his fear of clowns that started in his childhood during his seventh birthday. Rex said Seth cried like a little girl because the clown was too scary.

Sally scoffed. "Whatever?" I scoffed too and made my gaze back to him, his lips parted "Yes, what?" Rupert growls, bending down closer to my face, and his scary face was just an inch to my face, what is he doing, is he trying to scare me, his face is really scary when it's so close and I know I should be afraid, but something deep within me tells me not to fear this silly old man that is in front of me, trying to scare me with his face, what is thinking that everyone will cower at his sight, fine, I know his sight is something that could make other wolf cower but this stubborn she-wolf in front of him never

“You have a friend like Kayla. And you know her. Probably better than I do. Yet, you can't hide what you are. Good job, though. You saved your friend where I'm absent.” The clown smiled from ear to ear. “What’re friends for?” Then the clown’s eyes were perusing through him. “You’re shivering.” He sniffed in. “You smell like medications. And I think I smell your illness. What happened to your beast? How dead is it?”

Rather see clearly, who the real killer of the corpse. A clown with sharp sparring fangs and a sword in his hand, making Stacy unable to move her feet even for a single step. The clown's red eyes seemed to completely hypnotize Stacy. The clown continued to approach Stacy, who was standing motionless by the closet. If it weren't for the sound of his cell phone ringing, he could have lost consciousness. Even when the clown killed him. Stacy realized that she was only inches away from the clown and ran out of the room. Before he could answer the caller on his cell phone, he tripped and fell to the floor. Stacy's cell phone was thrown somewhere.

He reluctantly agreed to Claire's idea of scaring the teenagers. As they set out to scare the teenagers, Nate twirled his hands, making a strong wind blow across the graves and quench the candles, causing panic on the teenagers' faces. One of them suggested they leave, but they shut her up. Nate then made an eerie laugh loud enough to scare them, and they froze. Claire raised her voice, pretending to be a mysterious figure in the fog with horns and glowing red eyes. They all screamed and left, leaving Claire to materialize and sit on one of the tombstones laughing evilly.