Scary Clown Numbers Novels & Stories

He clears his throat, “Finally! We thought you wouldn’t move anymore. After that great victory, it would be such a shame for you to give up. How many has it been folks? How many necks had Nameless torn up already?” Screams erupted from around me. The audience started shouting different numbers, their voices getting louder and louder with each number. My heart starts beating against my chest, it rings loudly against my eardrums. My palm starts getting clammy, and the hairs from the back of my neck rise. The numbers the spectators were shouting were no lower than ten. In the span of a few days, had Yohan…killed that many?

She was really scary. Clara and her two best friends stood frozen in their place as they shivered. Shock and dear were vivid on their faces. Their trembling bodies and legs were vivid for everyone to see. At that moment, Clara and her friends felt they were lucky for receiving Scarlett's scolding rather than her beating. “I tell you what? I'm not some fucking crying pussy you can fuck with! Anyone who dares to fuck with me will be sorry for the rest of their fucking life.

Nora concluded in a silk undertone. Impressed by her good storytelling skills, the kids applauded her as they glued their vote stickers on the voting pad. However, amongst the other kids, some people weren't impressed—Gina Adams and minions. "Oh, PUURLEES. . . This is the lamest scary story in the history of lame scary stories," Gina jeered loudly, her tone wielding the usual amount of obnoxity.

he warned me and I scowled. I ignored Clark's warning because it was mundane if I did not seize this golden opportunity. That was the purpose of me being a clown. Besides, it would be fun seeing Clark's reaction when I would do something extraordinary. But, I didn't know what extraordinary I had to do. So, I finally decided on doing a somersault as the entry act and cartwheel as the exit act which was lame as compared to what I earlier thought- riding on a lion.

Three idiots in clown masks, staring at me like I was the prize in some deranged carnival game. Red mask. Blue mask. Yellow mask. Fucking fantastic. Out for ten minutes and I'd been kidnapped by the rainbow alliance of human trafficking. "Uhhhhh, if you have something to say then just say it already," I said, deadpan. "Is this robbery or rape? Or did someone tell you guys to kidnap me for some money?" "This girl is quite brave," Red Clown said, voice too pleased. Blue Clown leaned closer. "We just thought you looked nice and want to have a good time. We're very kind to beautiful women."

His heart suddenly turned cold as if he was soaking in an ice cellar. They touched a yellow wire fence that stood out in the dark; two guys came out to block the way; one of them said, "What's the code?" "Two coffees, three apples, and eight hairs in the earthen cellar," Hana quickly replied to Henry's surprise with Claura. "150 dawn pearls for three people," The guy continued. Claura quickly released a handful of dawn pearls from her pocket and generously placed it in the guy's hand, mouth wanting to say no need to return the balance. But remembering what Henry had just said earlier, Claura suddenly said, "Count all 150 beads, pay me the leftovers,"

Eiden said. @kurt_455 [Hurry up and get in!] @tiana.smith [Boring!] "Okay, here we go. Don't forget to tap-tap the screen and send the gifts, guys!" Sean said while turning on his flashlight. They entered a yard full of weeds. The audience started to break the 5k views in a short time. On the other hand, Luna was feeling increasingly claustrophobic. The energy in that place was very strong for her. Of the six of them, she was the only one who had the ability to sense "their" existence. But she didn't want to go back to the car either.

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.

I nodded, trying to steady my voice. “Last night was Halloween. Our boss, William Zoo, booked out a rural horror-themed escape room. He said anyone who made it through without screaming would get ten thousand. “There were nine of us. After we went in…” I went through everything—the layout, mechanisms, and performance of the scarecrow character with the oversized pumpkin head. He didn’t move, just listened in silence. “You said the pumpkin-headed character chased you with a chainsaw?” “Yes. It was incredibly loud, just this constant buzzing.”

Tyler didn't even try to respond after that, so he started texting Thomas instead - but just then, someone opened up the back of the truck, and Milo prepared himself to try and negotiate his way out of this. However, instead of the strongman or the ringleader, he stood face to face with one of the clowns. A female one, with fluffy hair in an aqua shade, candy-striped thigh-high stockings in blue, and a cutesy little dress that flared around her wide hips and round ass. Her face was painted white, with exaggerated drawn-on eyebrows, glitter on her cheeks, and a nose painted red. She was a 'happy clown', rather than a sad one. She looked to be in her early 20's but it was hard to tell under al