Scary Stories Clowns Novels & Stories

She was really scary. Clara and her two best friends stood frozen in their place as they shivered. Shock and dear were vivid on their faces. Their trembling bodies and legs were vivid for everyone to see. At that moment, Clara and her friends felt they were lucky for receiving Scarlett's scolding rather than her beating. “I tell you what? I'm not some fucking crying pussy you can fuck with! Anyone who dares to fuck with me will be sorry for the rest of their fucking life.

The men dragged Clara through the hallway, she screamed and begged, but no one listened. The beautiful mansion was no longer beautiful to her,everything felt evil. As they passed the paintings, Clara looked at them again, and this time she noticed something terrifying: the women in the painting looked scared; they were no longer sad; they looked as if they were begging for help, as if they knew something terrible was about to happen. “No…..” Clara whispered. She screamed harder, the men kept on dragging her till they reached the black door, the same door she had asked Adrain about before, the same door covered with huge locks.

It was the kind of apartment where the floorboards groaned under the weight of nothing at all, and the shadows in the corners seemed to have a depth that defied the laws of light. Clara was, by her own admission, a timid soul. She was the type of person who apologized to furniture when she bumped into it and checked the locks on her door exactly three times before retiring for the night. She slept with a small pepper spray canister tucked under her pillow, a meager talisman against a world she found increasingly loud and threatening. Despite her many precautions, a primal instinct woke her that Tuesday night. The silence wasn't silent. From the corner of the room, inside the heavy oak wardro

"Scrrrrratch. Scrrrrrrrrratch." This time louder and more drawn out. I begin to wonder. “What is going on?” I say out loud and rub my neck subconsciously. Turning all the lights on, I open the closet, push my clothes aside and then the noise stops. I scratch my head and lean forward to listen, then all of a sudden I hear something tearing and I watch as the wall opens up in front of me. All I see is complete and utter darkness, until a pair of animalistic hands with giant claws reach out and grab me so quickly, I can't fight. The next thing I know, I open my eyes and I'm blind.

’ He looks over at Max with eyebrows raised, saying, ‘Bro, you better be right about this. She was still worried. Now that they have information about her, it seems surreal. -=- The next day Clara got up even before the sun was out in the sky. Exhaustion had her sleeping early the night before, but it seemed that meeting Celine had brought on a new set of night terrors that had her screaming deep into the night. Things were more vivid now. Before, her nightmares always came out blurred. The men in the black masks were always taking her, pulling her towards the dark. These dreams scared her the most because she couldn’t go anywhere, and she always felt powerless.

All around them, boys and girls, dressed as monsters and super-heroes, began to titter and giggle, the tension from the story leaving their little bodies. Chloe wasn't afraid of the story; in fact, she had read it before, as well as many others. She didn't have many books at home, but one that she did have was a cheap paperback collection of scary stories that she read over and over again, becoming immune to their quaint shocks. “Alright, kids. I hope that wasn't too scary for you,” the teacher said. The class, as a single unit, assured her that it was not, in fact, too scary. However, several of the children's faces said otherwise.

In her right palm, a pumpkin with eyes sat opening its huge mouth often. A dwarf-like creature floated in the air on the top of the third recliner with its green monstrous eyes hooked on the candle in the air. It had no wax. It singed red. “Don’t punish me for his sins,” Cassy pleaded. An earless girl cocked her neck to one side and released the pumpkin on the floor. Cassy recalled the warning, ‘Cut your fingers. Erase your toes.’ No! “Go!” The chest less man instructed, and ear-shattering laughter reverberated in the room.

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

Clay sadly notified. "Do you know anything about that?" I seriously inquired. I need to investigate further. "All we know is just about the Faking of the bullet, that's all," Clay answered. Do they know about the Cloning of guns? "It somehow bothered Miss Grey. I pity her even though she's that scary--"---Clay "No, Mr Everfrost is scarier than her." Rald cut him off. They were still fighting for who's the Scarier title from the Two Everfrosts but their voices have hints of fear. Are they really that scary?

“You seem like a warm person. Just… be careful where you shine your light, sweetheart.” The hardware store owner, a grizzled man named Frank, was less poetic. “The Place is a dump, drafty as hell. You’ll feel chills in rooms with no windows. Pipes moan like a banshee. Don’t go reading anything into it.” But he refused to make any service calls after dark. Clara absorbed it all: the tragic romance, the warnings, the superstition. To her, it was just background noise, a story more appealing than her own. She wanted the solitude, even if it was haunted.