Scary Stories Clown Novels & Stories

I saw your presentation the other day, and I’m impressed,’ he started, showing her his enigmatic smile. ‘Oh, hey, hold on a sec,’ she says, putting one finger up, not even bothering to look at him. ‘So the guys will be right back to help you with anything. I’m having computer problems right now, but if you give me a few minutes, I’ll be right with you.’ Clara saw him several times near their booth, and without her brothers, she felt scared, thinking he might be a stalker. She wanted him to give up, so she pretended to be busy, but of course, he would not leave.

He extended our claws and lowered one finger down to the clown's face and he hooked a claw in his chin. Maddox yanked his head close to ours. "Listen here clown because this is your last warning - you're gonna brew up a batch of whatever you need to fix my friends and you're gonna do it no later than now!" Maddox growled. His tone even sent chills down my spine. The clown began to tremble with newfound terror as he watched the black swirl in our eyes. "But - I -" he tried to talk. "You know what's worse than being undead?"

Connor narrowed his eyes. It has been three years since Connor and I had been married. I was seven months pregnant, so we were trying to set up our baby's room. Connor put me in charge of the decoration, and now he is regretting his decision. "First of all, this is not a killer clown. He is Bobo the friendly neighborhood clown," I said irritably. "He is Bobo the creepy fuck, is what he is," he announced. "Connor!" Connor shifted uncomfortably. "Look, I've never told you this but, I'm afraid of clowns."

She turned and pointed towards the massive concrete sarcophagus of Reactor 4, looming in the distance like a tombstone for the world. "Under the stone," she whispered. "But the Clown is waiting." "The Clown?" Ben asked, finally rebooting his suit. "Please tell me it's not a Pennywise situation." The girl faded. She didn't walk away; she just became transparent, then dissolved into mist, leaving only the faint scent of ozone and burnt sugar. "Great," Jack stood up. "Ghost kids giving directions. This is definitely not Kansas." "The Clown," Catherine mused. "There was a mascot... for the park. 'Misha the Bear'. But maybe the radiation twisted it into something else."

While presiding over a transnational meeting, I received a distressing call from my daughter's kindergarten teacher. "Mrs. Payton, a kid drew a massive clown on Anna's face during nap time! No matter how much I try to wash it off, it won't come off!" I immediately rushed to the kindergarten. My daughter, Anna Payton, was sobbing at the door. Her usually fair and tender face was now red and swollen. The clown drawing on it was particularly eye-catching.

So that it won't get hurt later. Alex stood up following her with a sigh of relief that she at least forgave him. He shouldn't have said those to her. "Some parcel for you" The clerk gave the parcel to Clara. She opened them swiftly expecting the decoration items she ordered for her main dress. A small jump from the box startled her as she jumped in fear of seeing a cockroach attacking her directly. She screamed in fear seeing the dirty cloth inside and a big ugly doll with her name Clara on its forehead. She turned and grabbed Alex's hands in fear.

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.

He reluctantly agreed to Claire's idea of scaring the teenagers. As they set out to scare the teenagers, Nate twirled his hands, making a strong wind blow across the graves and quench the candles, causing panic on the teenagers' faces. One of them suggested they leave, but they shut her up. Nate then made an eerie laugh loud enough to scare them, and they froze. Claire raised her voice, pretending to be a mysterious figure in the fog with horns and glowing red eyes. They all screamed and left, leaving Claire to materialize and sit on one of the tombstones laughing evilly.

The carnival smelled like sugar and popcorn and damp hay. At the haunted house entrance, someone hands me a red balloon and tells me to follow the path. Somewhere, I turned wrong. My brothers vanished. Three clowns appeared. Not funny clowns. Not circus clowns. These were fuck-ass ugly, nightmare clowns — too tall, teeth too sharp, voices wrong. Bloody knives glinted under flickering lights as they closed in. Run. I told my feet. But they were stuck. I watched them getting closer and closer. I could already feel their teeth sinking into my flesh.

We used a variety of torture techniques in the imperial palace while interrogating prisoners. The clowns couldn’t scare me. Taking one step back, I asked, “Where is Crystal?” “Do you mean this boy’s mother?” The pink- masked clown glanced at the sleeping boy in my arms and said, “Although I didn’t witness her death, the she-wolves who encounter Lee usually meet a bad end.” Then she swept her eyes over me and asked, “Are you three a family? That’s interesting. We have never featured a family performance before.” The red-masked clown became excited when he heard this. “That’s a brilliant idea. Maybe we will be able to garner more sympathy from the audience.”