Novel & Cerita Scary Stories Clown

“You have a friend like Kayla. And you know her. Probably better than I do. Yet, you can't hide what you are. Good job, though. You saved your friend where I'm absent.” The clown smiled from ear to ear. “What’re friends for?” Then the clown’s eyes were perusing through him. “You’re shivering.” He sniffed in. “You smell like medications. And I think I smell your illness. What happened to your beast? How dead is it?”

The paths were more uneven here, churned dirt under our shoes instead of better laid gravel. Then I saw it. The haunted house sat near the back edge of the grounds, all peeling paint and fake cobwebs and flickering red bulbs around the entrance. A guy in a torn suit stood outside growling at children with such little conviction it bordered on charming. Clair made a face. “Absolutely not.” I looked at her. “You’re scared of this?” “I’m not scared. I just don’t enjoy cheap jump scares.” “That sounds suspiciously like fear.” She hit my arm lightly with the stuffed rabbit. “Watch it.”

Aura When I woke up again, I found myself indulged in darkness. I was scared and wanted to run away but these chains were dug deeply in my flesh. The blood was no longer to be found anywhere, and that was creepy as hell. My hands were shaking when my gaze adjusted and I found myself in a room filled with bloodless corpses. They were drained completely and their body looked black. The sight made me gag and I threw up on the floor. I wanted to scream but i couldn’t find my voice in my throat. It felt like I was mute but I was screaming. My entire body was trembling in fear. What will this monster have to do with me?

Outside the tent in a conversation between the worm man and one of the dwarf clowns, named Tino. "Poor boy, he has suffered so much," said the worm man. "This is so, and unfortunately, he will suffer more, when in some days, he has to appear in his own village as the freak who returned from death."

All I know is that I'm scared out of my mind and that I cannot breathe. Before I'm able to take any step closer, Denise is already up on her feet, charging at the clown. The clown doesn't see her coming, and he also doesn't see her kicking him in the crotch. Her entire body is shaking with fear, but I admire her so much. I could not have done what she just did. Almost immediately, the clown from the TV stops laughing, and the lights turn back on. The other girls and I are standing up to shadow Denise. Before we get to do anything, Harry, Dylan, and Daniel are by the side of the clown, helping him up.

I stood there at the entrance of the venue carrying Zia, but not a sign of him. I’m seriously getting worried and ZG have been asking me about the clown every five minutes and I don’t know what to tell him. My mom didn’t give me and contact information for the clown, so I decided to call her. Her phone kept on ringing but she wasn’t picking up her phone. I then felt a tap on my shoulder and when I turned around the clown wearing a bright blue and yellow outfit with red hair and red nose was behind me. “Oh. You gave me a scared there. You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.” I said to him and he just clasped his hands together like he was asking for forgiveness.

She frowned and asked, “Who are you? Why did you capture us?” Clown smiled and said, “Because I am your future husband! Oh, let me introduce myself, my name is Quincy Zoppins, my alias is Clown.”

Why he is the most different? "D-do you think you can scared us? Yeah! Your just saying this to scared us and both of you can escape! Don't get be fooled by her words guys!" The man who is in the front said that agree by them all. "I'm not scaring you, I'm warning you" the clown head said and walk closer to them. "Just sit here Chlo-Chlo and watch me shining like your night in shining armor prince" she said and chuckled. "M-make sure you'll beat them" I said and smiled a little to let her know that I'm trusting her to beat this guys ass.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

How would they even know about Dracula? Alistair let out a laugh. ’’Trust me, the truth will shock you.’’ "Would you like a balloon?" A clown asked, walking over to where they sat. October nodded at the clown with blue hair and a red suit on. She was glad when he came over, because she saw the amazing art that he had made for everyone else and wanted one as well. “A butterfly please?" She asked him. The clown got to blowing and tying the balloons. “Here you go, one pretty butterfly, for a beautiful girl."