Scary Stories Clowns Novels & Stories

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.

"Maia, are you really this stupid, or are you just acting? Someone could sell you out, and you'd still be there thanking the person who did it." His tone had shifted. It wasn't playful anymore. A cold chill began to creep up my spine. This wasn't some kinky game. He wasn't joking. "W-What do you want? Why did you tie me up?" "What does it look like? I caught myself a prime piece of meat, and I'm going to get a good price for it." A prime piece of meat. A good price. Suddenly, every horror story I'd ever read about women vanishing in remote areas flashed through my mind.

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.”

The ground beneath them shook violently, and Clara screamed as the roots pulled tighter. ⸻

She blurted out frowning. "No but..." I said and paused wondering. "I think it's funny." I uttered. I can't believe this that the people I even call my friends are the one making me a clown instead of advising me on what to do." Clara said aside. "Hang On miss, in case you are forgetting we are in the same class and we were given the same project as yours so who would abandon her project and start giving you advise or tutorials everyone cling to your self I am still cracking my brain here." Joan chipped in defiantly and everyone giggled.

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

"Where is he?" "By the clown," I point to where my son is with his cousins, and Chris, Lena's son and Effie's boss, is with the clown blowing up animal balloons that Lily hired. Chris and Leo are two months apart and became best buddies and were invited to Chris' birthday party at Adventure City. At the corner of my eye, I see Seth cowering next to Terry for protection as he glares at the clown. I just recently learned about his fear of clowns that started in his childhood during his seventh birthday. Rex said Seth cried like a little girl because the clown was too scary.

"That's a perfect idea." We all decided that we would go to the carnival. Something I did not know was that Gabriel, Mr. Big and Scary, was afraid of clowns. We walked into a tent not actually knowing what was inside and it was a tent full of clowns. The look on Gabes face was utterly hilarious, he looked so scared and ran out of the faster than an olympic runner.

The other one grinding the clothes and offering juices to the creepy people with buttoned eyes, who were lining up for it. I cleared my throat, "Aaaaaaaahhh!!!! Mom!!!" I screamed, running away as I closed my eyes in terror. I bumped hard into someone who caught me before my butt would land on the floor. I was still screaming and wouldn't shut up until cloth was shoved into my mouth, making me stop screaming. "Why are you screaming??" Clara asked concerned filled eyes. I spurred the cloth out of my mouth, cringing at the taste. "There are these people with button eyes and they were eating and drinking clothes. Do you understand what that means!?" I shook her vigorously, stunned by the whole

I asked. Claudia swallowed her saliva roughly, her eyes rounded with a tense face. "Grisella, I think right now stories that smell of horror or legends are famous. When I told Chriss you were making up werewolf legends, and when I told Chriss the name of this town. Suddenly he was very enthusiastic. I'm sorry if I made a mistake," Claudia explained.