Scary Killer Clown Stories Novels & Stories

“That drunken BASTARD! That dirty, drunken BASTARD! The car with no headlights flying down the goddamn highway. That stupid, drunk bastard hit and killed us!” And then Paul let out a primordial scream which rivaled the devil himself! So loud, the birds roosting in the trees, thousands of them flew out of the graveyard! Now every year on Halloween, Paul Butterfield and Ben Eisner repeat the night they died into eternity. “Mikayla, why are you hiding under the blanket? I thought you watched scary stuff all the time?” “Oh Grandpa, that was the scariest story you ever told!” “Well, whatever you do, don’t tell your mom and dad, they’ll have my hide!”

“ Just had a lot to think, nothing more.” Kyle might have sensed that she was lying, he was that sensitive but he very delicately didn’t pry on the matter anymore. He simply nodded and then turned to talk with Remi discussing what they were going to set in tomorrow’s menu. “Anyway have you guys heard,” stopping the discussion of whether the Shrek green pasta should be added to the menu tomorrow, Robbie suddenly spoke up as he paused his actions of wiping the kitchen aisle and then looked at everyone. “ A psycho killer is on the loose! I heard that many shifters have been disappearing in the middle of the night only to be found at odd places like the outskirts of the town and some were even

The only scary I've known came in a 6 foot three package that promised only goodness in a fancy car. I unwrapped it like the hard-up eager naïve teenager I was. And it turned out to be a big fucking Monster that didn't just give me bad dreams but live fucking nightmares that still haunts me years after, wherever I go, reminding me that demons always come in the most appealing of packages. “If you gotta choose a name what will it be?” Killer asks, unaffected by the audience and my obvious inner battle I have going on inside me. My eyes snap off the older man walking closer to us and to Killer’s blue all-knowing gaze.

“No, no, no! I did not do it! I did not…!” Loud scream filled the surrounding. Jill crawled on the floor, convulsing while staring at the blood on the ground. “No! No!” she kept on screaming. Kloper ran towards the little girl to calm her down. “Jill,” he said, hugging the kid. “My child,” Freea whispered, raising her hand as if trying to reach her. Klide, who’s lost his mind at the moment, watched his daughter and her wife. Just how painful to watch his woman dying in his hand and his daughter who’s turning insane after finding out that she killed her own mother.

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.

touch. At that time, the only remaining sensible part of me warned - Lucas didn't come across as someone who would follow a doctor's advice. This asshole was like a wild savage beast. He would do anything out of impulse, including taking my virginity or even worse, taking my life. I had to do something to distract him. Nothing distracts a horny male murderer more effectively than bedtime stories with supernatural creatures in them. The new wife in Arabian Nights did it. She told that asshole King a story every night lest he killed her the next morning.

I pushed him away and now he’s going to die. ‘He isn’t.’ Gritting her teeth, Claudia tried to shut out the terrible images in her mind. ‘They hardly ever attack.’ They circle, before moving in for the kill. He won’t see anything. He’ll hardly even have time to yell. He’ll just disappear. She refused to even think it. Other images were in her head - pictures from a ghastly book Ryan had relished as a child. He had shoved it gloatingly under her nose, hoping to send her into fits of girly horror. She had never obliged; she’d even felt a dreadful fascination for the graphic colour photos: thighs with massive chunks torn out of them, bitten-off feet recovered from the stomach of a tiger shark.

Ray shook his head, "These are small things that I didn't really pay attention to. What's up with them?" Stella explained, "The murderer is someone who pretends to be a clown, nicknamed Uncle Joker." "He pretends to be a clown in shopping malls, playgrounds, and other places. He would give out toys to children, and roses to the children's mother." "When the children see that their mothers were happy receiving the flowers, they would then naturally lower down their guard against strangers," Stella said. "Then? What happens after?" Alissa, who was always impatient, pressed on.

Fairies, werewolves, vampires, and zombies were all mentioned in stories I had heard, but everyone knew they were made up. Everything was untrue. They were all purely made-up tales of fiction. I was abruptly being held by my throat against the wall by Vince, who had a vicious appearance and was bearing teeth at me with wide eyes and a dangerous demeanor before I could absorb or allow the news to settle in further. My hand clawed at his hand while I coughed and heaved desperately for air.

He tried sounding seductive but still, you could hear death in his tone. “I think that can wait, but I'll tell you something else though,” she announced, taking out two pairs of knuckle rings— original gold. “I'm eager to hear it, my love,” the man answered once more, licking his lower lips. “So go on please, do well to entertain me.” “Sometimes, I wish I've got enough weapons like art the clown, the psychopath from the movie, ‘the terrifier’ for real. I'd love to watch that terrified look on your face.”