Scary Killer Clown Stories Novels & Stories

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

he was so terrified as he told his testimony. The whole place is started to messed up. But the people was living in sight but they were blind by what the truth is. "I'm sure the killer is not just a human he/she is an evil" "We should not let our children go out at night" "Last week I heared from my cousin that there's a dead body in their town,you know what? The dead body was no eyes and her mouth was full of insects and it was weird because her middle finger was gone"

Walking with Angelo seemed normal to them. Last Sunday, we watched a horror movie inside their house. I was so scared of the killer clowns in the movies, but he wasn’t even flinching while watching. He said those fictional creatures weren’t scary at all. What he was scared of was how dangerous some of the wolf packs are.

I am glad he isn't making fun of me. “I thought you said you weren't scared, little wife?” He asks. "I..I.." I stutter. The truth is that I am scared of ghosts and most especially, clowns. “That was a lie," I say truthfully, feeling really disappointed in myself. "I just wanted to impress you, I'm sorry.” I hear him sigh and feel embarrassed. Just as I am about to say something, a red-eyed, evil clown pops out from a box, scaring the hell out of me! They don't look robotic, they look really real! They are slowly approaching us, baring their sharp, elongated fangs at us.

Pryce muttered and held my right shoulder, and I am always obedient when it comes to her requests— a bit. "Alright. Listen, you guys! You should have just left us alone when we told you. We are sorry if you have to fight those adorable bony friends of ours. I just want you to learn a lesson from this. Never treat outsiders rudely, and never ever look down on other beings. Cut the shit out in scaring anyone else. You wouldn't want to meet The Killer that executes nasty monsters all around Romania, aren't you?" I agreed with my girl and announced to everyone around that is busy shaking off the skeletons that held them down to the ground. It's seven versus seventy, by the way. We turned our hea

“I found that by the doorway the next morning. It belonged to one of them.” Jasmyne picked up the claw and held it toward the ceiling light. It was as long as her finger and extremely sharp. “Aurora, this could have belonged to any predator on the plain. A wild cat, a juvenile bear, anything...” “No Jasmyne, you’re wrong. I also have research. Reports of people seeing strange creatures, and news stories of mass killings just like what happened in our village. They were in other countries, but - “Aurora, people claim to see things like UFOs and Bigfoot all the time, but you and I both know that’s not true. And of course, there are killings on the news. Humanity has lost its mind. That doesn’t

“I am not interested. Go and talk about it without me, I’m not included with you guys, anyway.” I walked. I did not mind bidding goodbye to Nikolai who was intently watching and hearing me and Clark talk. Clark followed me. “This is not a joke anymore, Xienne. Come and think about it. Two of our classmate was killed.” I looked at him. “And?” “What if someone from us is the killer.” I chortle. “You are being paranoid, Clark. Stop watching cheap horror movies. You are creating your own horror.” “I thought you are smart, Xienne. I am stating possibilities here.”

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

Mason's insidious actions had awakened a primal terror, plunging the realm into darkness. The stories surrounding these deaths painted a macabre picture of savagery. It seemed as though the victims had met their demise at the hands of a beast, their necks brutally ravaged, as if drained of every drop of blood. The grotesque nature of the killings left witnesses traumatized, their minds struggling to comprehend the horror that unfolded before their eyes. The realm had become a haunted place, plagued by the specter of death at every turn.