Novel & Cerita Scary Clown Stories

They all had a small story to tell. “um...Miss Hunnie The Demon King's mate ...There was a time where he...um....he...um kick some witch out because she....um...um...she did dark magic, but she wasn't even a dark witch!" They all would shiver as if the story was so scary. I ignored most of them as they couldn't have been no older than ten years old and I didn't want to let stories that could have been made up, affect my view on Bahm, because it made him sound even more of a revolting monster.

"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.

“I wanted to be a clown when I was in pre-k. Would you be okay with that?” He sucked in air between his teeth. “Ooh. Clowns. I’m terrified of clowns.” “No you’re not!” I laughed. “I am! Haven’t you seen IT?” “IT? Like, the scary movie, IT?” “That’s the one.” “Can’t say that I have,” I shrugged. “You should watch it some time. You will be scared shitless of clowns too.” “I don’t like scary movies,” I wrinkled my nose. “I have enough anxiety in my life without them.”

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"

While presiding over a transnational meeting, I received a distressing call from my daughter's kindergarten teacher. "Mrs. Payton, a kid drew a massive clown on Anna's face during nap time! No matter how much I try to wash it off, it won't come off!" I immediately rushed to the kindergarten. My daughter, Anna Payton, was sobbing at the door. Her usually fair and tender face was now red and swollen. The clown drawing on it was particularly eye-catching.

“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.

It felt like I am venturing through a maze, a treacherous place, but instead of monsters, it's full of shitty clowns and weirdos. I can't escape their incessant and relentless chuckles, no matter how hard I try. They're everywhere, mocking me, making me feel small. It's like they're some kind of parasites that I badly want to crush between my fingers. Sounds crazy, but I am being honest here. I meant it when I think about these disturbing thoughts.

“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?”

When the demonic spiders dispersed, they saw his bare skeleton. “Ahh!!!” Clara’s mother screamed fearfully. Her feet trembled violently, and she nearly peed herself. Clara and her father weren’t in any better shape. The demonic spiders were attracted by the screams, instantly jumping up to pounce at the three of them. “Argh!” “We’re done for!”

’ He looks over at Max with eyebrows raised, saying, ‘Bro, you better be right about this. She was still worried. Now that they have information about her, it seems surreal. -=- The next day Clara got up even before the sun was out in the sky. Exhaustion had her sleeping early the night before, but it seemed that meeting Celine had brought on a new set of night terrors that had her screaming deep into the night. Things were more vivid now. Before, her nightmares always came out blurred. The men in the black masks were always taking her, pulling her towards the dark. These dreams scared her the most because she couldn’t go anywhere, and she always felt powerless.