Scary Stories Clown Novels & Stories

Places to go. I find out that Rin is ticklish behind her knees and that Casen hates the smell of cooked peas. I tell them about this recurring nightmare I’ve had since middle school, where everyone I know is a clown except for me. Doesn’t sound too bad, except I’m fucking petrified of them. Why the fuck do they need shoes that big? And how do they fit so many people into one tiny-ass car? We’re laughing when I finally ask the question that’s been eating away at me.

I scanned the misty surroundings cautiously while all my bones ached from the fall and my heart thudded violently. Everything looked normal… sort of. The rides, games, and performers were there. Laughter echoed from afar, but beneath those laughs there was something off. An old, slanted sign above the large entrance read: Carnival of Souls. I stumbled up, limping on one leg. “Hey, do you want cotton candy?” a voice behind me asked nicely. When I turned around, I saw a clown that looked almost cute. He smiled at me, offering the candy.

I was the exhibit, and the world was watching my capture in real-time. “You guys are seeing things!” Clara laughs, getting back to the stream. I made sure that I hid well this time, and I checked on the stream — they couldn’t see me anymore. Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. The floorboards groaned above me. I saw two bare feet stop inches from my face, toenails painted a familiar shade of pink. Jasmine perfume filled my lungs. Clara is still smiling on my screen, but her soft, familiar voice spoke also raised by my ear-

‘’You have got to be kidding me,’’ he said, making a face. “What better way to feel like a kid again and take our mind off things?’’ Aaron made a face. ‘’I hate clowns.’’ ‘’You hate them, I fear them but that’s not why we are here.’’ There was a knock on the window and when I looked, there was nothing at first then a clown popped up and I screamed on top of my lungs. Aaron began to laugh, and when I turned to him he was wiping his eyes. ‘’That was fucking brilliant. You should see your face.’’

She let out a big yawn. Clara looked around for a while and discovered a strange girl lying in the cave. She cautiously approached the motionless person. The girl lying on the bed suddenly stood up. Out of fear, she turned into a rabbit and hid in the corner of the cave. Every time she is scared, the girl will turn into a dog and hide in the root. Clara laughed at the rabbit demon's cute action. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you!" Clara said and approached her.

It was the biggest clown on planet earth. Clement!

“If I was really a monster, I would’ve sent his whole arm instead of just a hand picture.” I nearly threw up. Mom held me tighter instantly. “You thought that bloody hand belonged to Gab?” Clara burst into loud laughter again. “No, no, no… Gab’s tiny hands are still attached.” Relief crashed into me but Clara wasn’t finished. “Those cute little hands still need to grow bigger,” she whispered creepily. “After all… one day they’ll wrap around your throat and squeeze the life out of you.” “She’s insane,” Julius muttered under his breath. Clara suddenly screamed loudly through the phone.

I missed her beautiful scent, I missed staring into her eyes and admiring her beauty. My hands fell to the hand of the chair, under it I felt an indent. Like a mark. I turned around and looked to see what it was, it was then I saw the sign. Something I had told Naomi sometime about, it had been nothing but she had chosen it. The head of a clown. It wasn't drawn beautifully but I could make it out. When I had told her about it, I had meant it as a sign of fear when I was a boy. I had been scared of clowns and as I grew into a man, I made them my sign to induce fear into my rivals.

“Too sad we will never fight.” “If this creepy guy,” I swallow, “isn't scary to you, just how scary are you?” “We're all scary baby girl. I'm just crazy. Men hate crazy,” he blows out a perfect ring. Achilles unlocked the big chains holding the man, the sound of the key echoing. As he raised his head up, the clown raises his fist, sending the first punch. This fight had started. Achilles spat out blood. “You hit good,” he says, a glean taking over his features.

Gentlemen and Ladies welcome to a world that apparently is very similar to yours. Here we have all the big cities and all the big states too. But we also have some things more, and it is not the dragons, vampires and werewolves you are thinking about. I am talking about the oddly things. Boys that never grow, invisible men, and cats in boots. You know which place all those figures appears. Welcome to fairy tales world, this is the antics of Bia's crew.