Scary Clown Stories Novels & Stories

We used a variety of torture techniques in the imperial palace while interrogating prisoners. The clowns couldn’t scare me. Taking one step back, I asked, “Where is Crystal?” “Do you mean this boy’s mother?” The pink- masked clown glanced at the sleeping boy in my arms and said, “Although I didn’t witness her death, the she-wolves who encounter Lee usually meet a bad end.” Then she swept her eyes over me and asked, “Are you three a family? That’s interesting. We have never featured a family performance before.” The red-masked clown became excited when he heard this. “That’s a brilliant idea. Maybe we will be able to garner more sympathy from the audience.”

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be lost in it, but I watched through the slit of my eyelashes as the door nudged open just an inch. There she was. Penelope. Her eyes were blown wide, pupils huge, fixed right on my cock as it disappeared into Sara’s mouth. She looked terrified and hungry all at once. Then, I watched her hand slide under that short denim skirt. I saw her shoulder shaking as she started rubbing her clit right there in the hallway, watching me get mine. The sheer boldness of it, the way she was soaking her fingers with her pussy juice while her stepbrother got sucked off made me want to cum. I didn't look away. I snapped my eyes wide open and locked them onto hers. I stared h

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

A massive building suddenly appeared in front of Valeria, making her stop in her tracks. The walls were painted black with red splatters that looked like dripping blood. Valeria winced at the sight, instantly reminded of the image of the deer she had seen earlier. Twisted neon lights formed the words Haunted House, hanging above the entrance, with a mechanical clown face beside it that opened and closed its mouth on repeat. The clown alone was creepy enough to make Valeria’s skin crawl. No wonder the kids were scared yesterday.

He screamed excitedly, running along. "Adrian, don't go too far, wait for me!" He turned around and waved for me to hurry. I smiled, joy filling my heart seeing how happy it made Adrian to be here. We enjoyed outdoor games, riding the carousel and others, then Adrian saw a haunted house and asked if he could go there. "Why do you want to go there? It could be very scary." "That's what I want. Like the horror stories I read." I was taken aback. "Who gave you horror stories?" He slapped his hands against his lips and shook his head. I pulled his hand down, showing him my serious face. He bent his head and pinched his little fingers. "Tell me Adrian. Remember you don't lie to Mommy."

What the fuck? “What the fuck are you doing?!” a deep, funny-sounding voice yells at me, causing my ears to ring. I groan as I open my eyes and see a brightly colored clown in front of me. A sexy clown. As my eyes meet the deep brown ones of this sexy clown, a weird pressure radiates from inside my head. It feels like someone is trying to talk to me from the other side of a brick wall. It hurts. I shake my head trying to make it stop.

Everyone was happy until they played a game which they shouldn’t have The fun they were having wasn’t enough for them, they desired for some scare and that they got. They decided to tell each other spooky stories. The oldest kid among them told the story of what happened to the owners of the house—of course he didn’t tell it as it happened because no one knows what exactly happened and so to fill that void he added more than he should to the story to make it spookier—it’s not like you could blame the kid

Then they already threw themselves off buildings thinking it was Astro-Star, and then what if he ministered with sex pollen and the new really powerful drug. At that time, when he would turn into a flying pink elephant thought the man in his laboratory fusing chemicals in test tubes, and still traveling... While Poison Ivy, in turn, would have male plant soldiers and mutant babies at her disposal, men who would do anything she wanted in an orgy of uncontrolled sex. Whereas the Clown is a happy world of crazy addicts with wide smiles and not bothering to have children since that would cause total sterilization and thus be on full birth control. Fear eradicated from the world thought the scare

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.