Scary Clown Stories Novels & Stories

I asked, and I can hear the annoyance in my voice. “Yeah, they’re annoying crows, and they have deadly claws, but the claws won’t kill you; they will make you hallucinate; you see horrible things for two weeks. I've heard stories, people wanted to legit take their own lives after what they saw,” he shakes his head. “I wouldn’t want to experience that.” “Those evil bitches.” I say, referring to the witches who hexed me. “Yeah, they really hate you.”

She let out a big yawn. Clara looked around for a while and discovered a strange girl lying in the cave. She cautiously approached the motionless person. The girl lying on the bed suddenly stood up. Out of fear, she turned into a rabbit and hid in the corner of the cave. Every time she is scared, the girl will turn into a dog and hide in the root. Clara laughed at the rabbit demon's cute action. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you!" Clara said and approached her.

asked Claire in a half choked voice. "I am you. It's just that, I'm a better side than you!” she exclaimed as she took another step towards Claire. "No! You are not me!" exclaimed Claire, swallowing hard. Now she is ready to hold her spear with both hands. Claire has been afraid of ghosts since she was a child. In front of her were like ghost stories that made her sleepless as a child. Claire trembled holding her spear. “You shouldn't let Leon hit our mother like that! You're too soft on him!" exclaimed Claire.

Kellan jumped in fear after hearing Harvey’s words. He instinctively tried to wipe The Haunt off his body, but to no avail. Zarla clenched her teeth in disbelief. “There’s no way it’s that serious!” “Do you think we’re in a movie or something?” “He must’ve scraped his body!” “Surely that thing won’t move at all!” Before Kellan could say anything in response, The Haunt suddenly moved closer together. The sight alone completely terrified Zarla. Cliff, who only believed in science, was shocked as well; his eyes started twitching.

Well dear readers, did you miss me? Have you experienced laughing so hard because you’ve heard a ghost story from former critics of your ghost stories? This is one of the stories that really made me laugh for the same reason. It comes from another one of my human friends. And yes, this is a scary but funny story. ++++++++++++++ The storytellers this time are gay guys - all cross-dressers - who were with us in our theater productions. There were three of them and they didn’t believe in ghosts. They said that they couldn’t feel, hear, or see them anyway.

The girl could see his hideous smile and fiery red eyes. Anna couldn't take her eyes off him. "Please, don't hurt me!" The clown walked over, still smiling. "Please!" Anna inched back. He could feel an aura of fear in Anna. Makes him feel even hungrier. The clown was getting closer and closer. Anna kept inching backwards. He swung the butcher knife in his hand. "Aaaaaa!" 'crash' Blood flowed from the veins in Anna's severed neck. Makes all white floors turn red.

Blaire seeing that the clown was pointing at her, she immediately shook with a lot of surprise as instead of her to be very happy and so excited at that moment, she had instead become so scared she no longer wanted to watch the circus. " You!!!! Come, come... " The clown still said with a very loud voice as he was actually calling for her and every thing that could concern her at that moment. The rate and the manner in which the clown was calling on Blaire was actually what was scaring her away from him at that moment.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

Clara blinked and nodded negatively. "Should I be scared of you?" She asked as he smiled at her reply. "Omg. Are you going to eat me alive? Do you have any secrets? Omg. Don't tell me that you are a vampire." Clara exclaimed horrified, making him startled with her imagination. "What if I am?" He asked as he unbuttoned his first two buttons. Okay, that's a bad choice to tease him. She blinks when she sees his stare which is charging to a darker shade.

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.