Scary Clown Stories Novels & Stories

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

A mad laughter that echoed in every corner. Megha screamed. The upside-down man detached himself from the wall— Dropped to the floor. No sound of breaking bones. He rose slowly. Neck twisted sideways. Fingers long. Unnaturally long. Not human. He moved toward us. We pulled at the door. The lock wasn’t outside. It was inside. Placed by something unseen. Scratches deepened. As if hundreds of hands were clawing the walls. He came closer. Fingers trembling in the air, reaching for our faces—

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?"

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

"That's a perfect idea." We all decided that we would go to the carnival. Something I did not know was that Gabriel, Mr. Big and Scary, was afraid of clowns. We walked into a tent not actually knowing what was inside and it was a tent full of clowns. The look on Gabes face was utterly hilarious, he looked so scared and ran out of the faster than an olympic runner.

The other one grinding the clothes and offering juices to the creepy people with buttoned eyes, who were lining up for it. I cleared my throat, "Aaaaaaaahhh!!!! Mom!!!" I screamed, running away as I closed my eyes in terror. I bumped hard into someone who caught me before my butt would land on the floor. I was still screaming and wouldn't shut up until cloth was shoved into my mouth, making me stop screaming. "Why are you screaming??" Clara asked concerned filled eyes. I spurred the cloth out of my mouth, cringing at the taste. "There are these people with button eyes and they were eating and drinking clothes. Do you understand what that means!?" I shook her vigorously, stunned by the whole

And thick, capable monster fingers? We entered with a good-sized group. This was clearly a popular attraction. And, true to the clerk's word, it was dark inside. I wrapped my arm around Tyce's so he could lead the way, and we stayed toward the back of the group. The attraction didn't start out too bad. It was mostly animatronics, strobe lights, dry ice machines, and scary sounds. But it slowly became scarier as they'd darken and quiet the entire room, leaving us in anticipation. I squeezed Tyce's hand for comfort. Without warning, strobe lights danced. The first time this happened, a man in a terrifying clown costume jumped out in front of me. I screamed in reaction, and pushed my whole body

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.

"How stupid can you be? Do you think I'd ever trust you? Go ahead and open the case. There's a surprise inside." With trembling hands, Clara opened the case she had guarded so desperately. Inside it was a chunk of rotting meat that was soaked through with an extract that would lure zombies. Smiling softly, I said, "That's why you ran into zombies on the safest route." Clara began to tremble violently. Her mouth moved as she tried to say something. But in the next second, the zombies lunged at her again. They had their fill, so they took their time to savor her bit by bit.

(Xander) As I lay there next to Rachael on the bed, I could not stop myself from smiling as I listened to her talk about Cole. "He then got scared and started crying. From that day, I decided that I wouldn't let him watch any more scary movies." I chuckled at what she said. "IT isn't that scary, though. I mean, who's afraid of clowns?" I shook my head but laughed as she slapped me playfully on my arm. "Some people are scared of clowns, mime, etc. For me, I'm kinda scared of mannequins." That had me laughing even harder.