Novel & Cerita Scary Killer Clown Stories

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

Instead of rousing her, he pulls the colorful quilt at her feet over her and strokes her back. Before she falls asleep, he asks her one more thing that has been bugging him. “Kimmy, love, why does Chad call you 'killer'?” “When we were about eleven, we were playing in the woods when this old lady approached us. We thought she was a rogue or something but she seemed harmless. She told us that she would tell us our future if we gave her one of the sandwiches, apples, and bottles of water that we had. I thought it all felt very 'opening credits of Beauty and the Beast' so I said sure. I didn't want to be cursed and turned into a grumpy beast,” Comes her weary reply.

“Stop worrying Clara, he’s just sleeping. Nothing happened to him.” “Who’s worried about him? I’m just worried that if he’s alive but doesn’t wake up then I’ll have to go to jail. If he was dead then that would’ve been another story. I could’ve just hidden his body and get away with this.” Clara sighed again but this one was louder and longer than the previous one. But she didn’t notice that the laying man’s right hand was twitching a little indicating that he was waking up from his long unplanned slumber. “And how were you planning to hide his dead body?” Riana said, hearing Clara’s words. “Oh, there are many ways to hide a dead body. I could just bury him deep in the forest by digging a re

But here, in the quiet solitude of the bathroom, I could finally let out a shaky breath. My head was pounding and the door opened. "Occupied." I screamed "By who?" That wasn't a girl's voice or Marco, it was the strange man. The alcohol has not fully taken over me and my snapped to the door immediately. "Hello Killer" he smiled exposing his dirty teeth at my direction. So I was right, I did know who he was. That's when my head booted and I remembered that voice from Rarf club. He was one of Rarf's guard who had fun with little girls, suffocating them if they dont do as he says.

Rather see clearly, who the real killer of the corpse. A clown with sharp sparring fangs and a sword in his hand, making Stacy unable to move her feet even for a single step. The clown's red eyes seemed to completely hypnotize Stacy. The clown continued to approach Stacy, who was standing motionless by the closet. If it weren't for the sound of his cell phone ringing, he could have lost consciousness. Even when the clown killed him. Stacy realized that she was only inches away from the clown and ran out of the room. Before he could answer the caller on his cell phone, he tripped and fell to the floor. Stacy's cell phone was thrown somewhere.

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

Mathias watched her closely, his posture stiff and alert as he waited for her to speak. “A guy and his buddies travelled over to Mexico to observe some moon festival and later one was cursed and turned into a vampire who killed almost all the villagers while his two friends were turned into werewolves to stop their friend," Clara continued, her voice growing more animated with each passing word. "What's that his name again Er...Eric right?”

called out a solitary voice from somewhere at the back. I ignored the heckler. “I’ve been attacked by fish in the clouds over Dalada. I’ve seen sea monsters glittering in the dark near the bottom of the ocean. And I’ve watched war golems rip men apart until all that was left was a smear. I’ve seen weretics tear off human heads and eat them like grapes. I’ve smelled the burning skin of the Jester’s victims as they were cooked alive.” I was taking some poetic licence but the effect on the crowd was more than worth a little stretching of the truth. They nervously looked around, muttering doubts to each other. “Those are the deaths you can look forward to. If you charge into the Palace of Laught

Red hair, red nose, a colorful onesie, and big teeth that I can see clearly as he smiles menacingly. It's a clown. "It's a demon clown!" Orion states and I can picture a look of probable terror on his face. "I don't like clowns." I shake my head in disbelief. "After everything that we've seen. You afraid of clowns?" "They creepy okay anyway let's just kill it and be done with." When we kill a night terror it turns back into its true form as it burns. Though they turn into some terrifying things, their true forms are nothing compared. Their bodies are like that of red flesh. It's as if they have no skin. Their eyes are black orbs of nothingness. That if you stare into them for too long they a

**** I woke up when suddenly I heard a noisy coming from my side and when I open my eyes a clown face who's smiling like a dog appeared before my eyes. "It's a splendid day so it's time to up!" She cheerfully said and play her colored pink hair that tied to a piggy bun. I remind quiet while appraising her whole face. "Hmm? Am i beautiful?" She smiled so windened that almost tear her lips. "Ahh! A serial killer ugly duckly clown!" I shouted with full of fear and punched her face that makes her move away from me. I immediately stand up and prepared my fist.