Scary Clown Numbers Novels & Stories

"Two." "Wait, you're still going on about that?" Scorpion actually laughed at Frank and grabbed his necktie, shaking him as he growled, "Go on, count down to three! I dare you!" The two security guards promptly leapt up, intent on stopping Scorpion. "Please, sir! You shouldn't provoke this gentleman. And it's Mr. Clarke's wedding day—could you just let this slide for his family sake?" However, Scorpion's thugs were not having it—they immediately leapt up, dragging the two security guards over to a corner and started kicking and punching them.

She stared intently at a spot just above my eyes. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m trying to read your mind. I’m not getting anything. Maybe I should try on someone with an actual brain.” Old Claire was back. Was this a good thing? “I don’t think it works like that. Ask me to think of a number.” “Think of a — why do boys always think that number’s funny?” “Claire?” “It’s just a number, for God’s sake, no different from sixty-eight or seventy.” “Claire! I haven’t said it yet.”

The pirates developed a great phobia made the loud sound of hoooo. Another pirates was busy looking at three kids playing by holding their hands, hand to hand, they all were jumping up and laughing, even though they are not making any sound. The pirates looking at those kids sculptures were getting interested in looking at it as they were having fun and they were kids after all, kids can't be scary. All the Kids sculptures shifted their heads to the ship sides in unison as, eventually they all made eyes contact with those looking at them. It was damn scary.

While most of the clowns had fallen to the ground, a dozen more people still blocked the exit. At this time, the clown wearing the pink mask suddenly moved forward and knocked my mask away, but she seemed shell-shocked when she caught sight of my face. I seized this opportunity and quickly rushed to the wall I leaped up on the piled containers and climbed over the wall in one jump. “Hurry up! Chase him! Damn it! What the hell is Sally doing? He is running away, but she’s just standing here like a statue. Luckily, we have quicker reactions!”

Connor narrowed his eyes. It has been three years since Connor and I had been married. I was seven months pregnant, so we were trying to set up our baby's room. Connor put me in charge of the decoration, and now he is regretting his decision. "First of all, this is not a killer clown. He is Bobo the friendly neighborhood clown," I said irritably. "He is Bobo the creepy fuck, is what he is," he announced. "Connor!" Connor shifted uncomfortably. "Look, I've never told you this but, I'm afraid of clowns."

The screen illuminated, showing three missed calls from an unknown number—the bartender’s number. A wave of pure, visceral horror washed over her. If the phone was here, on her nightstand, in her locked apartment... who had answered the call at the bar? Who had laughed? The silence of the apartment was suddenly broken by a soft, wet sound from the corner of the room. The sound of someone smiling too wide while breathing through their nose. From the darkness of the open wardrobe, a voice whispered, mirroring the tone of the phone call. "I didn't want you to be late for our meeting, Clara."

’’ Toby shouted, his voice trembling with fear, there was no answer apart from the occasional sounds the leaves made that had now become more unsettling. ‘‘I said who the fu—‘’ Toby turned around to meet the gaze of a ten foot monster of a man – he had the face of a child below the age of ten and was really hideous and facially deformed with gaping, black holes on the sides of his face where eyes should have been. Toby gulped in fear and started to urinate in his trousers as he couldn’t take his eyes off of the thing that stood two inches apart from him.

WRONG NUMBER “Shit!” Arielle Lawson cursed under her breath as her bag slipped off the bar counter, spilling its entire contents across the floor for the uninterested crowd of Midnight Halo Lounge, Manhattan to see. She stared at the mess absentmindedly through her increasingly blurry vision, wondering how she was supposed to gather whatever remained of her dignity. A part of her knew that if she stood up too quickly, she’d land face-first on the cold, filthy tiled floor. Her legs were already betraying her, softened by whisky and regret.

Chrissy screams with fright as she steps away from the scene with wide eyes. Eventually, two huge buffed security guards come barging through the crowd and haul the clowns up to their feet and start dragging them out of the club. “Where the fuck were you cunts?" Conrad sneers. "These two were practically getting raped on the dance floor you fucking muppets!” He flicks his wrist and droplets of blood fall from his knuckles.

Chris jeered and said, "I was tricked by these b*stards and thought it was 2, yet later I understood that there's a number that shows up less as often as possible. At the point when we began reviling, the recurrence of this number seems higher all things considered. Consider it. Our folks should watch the live transmission at the present time. They won't hurt us. They should be making an honest effort to let us know the right response, so this number is the response!" "That checks out. What's that number?" "Six!" At the point when Clarice said six, superintendent Godwin nearly hopped up. "Ahhh, my child little girl is excessively savvy! She's saved, she's saved!" His sweetheart, who had been