Scary Stories Clowns Novels & Stories

“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.

I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be lost in it, but I watched through the slit of my eyelashes as the door nudged open just an inch. There she was. Penelope. Her eyes were blown wide, pupils huge, fixed right on my cock as it disappeared into Sara’s mouth. She looked terrified and hungry all at once. Then, I watched her hand slide under that short denim skirt. I saw her shoulder shaking as she started rubbing her clit right there in the hallway, watching me get mine. The sheer boldness of it, the way she was soaking her fingers with her pussy juice while her stepbrother got sucked off made me want to cum. I didn't look away. I snapped my eyes wide open and locked them onto hers. I stared h

"How stupid can you be? Do you think I'd ever trust you? Go ahead and open the case. There's a surprise inside." With trembling hands, Clara opened the case she had guarded so desperately. Inside it was a chunk of rotting meat that was soaked through with an extract that would lure zombies. Smiling softly, I said, "That's why you ran into zombies on the safest route." Clara began to tremble violently. Her mouth moved as she tried to say something. But in the next second, the zombies lunged at her again. They had their fill, so they took their time to savor her bit by bit.

It lasted approximately six minutes before the boys got bored and demanded something scarier. “No horror,” I said firmly. “Just a little spooky,” Eddie begged. I caved and chose The Haunted Lighthouse, a mildly eerie kids’ movie with a ghost dog and a friendly skeleton. Halfway through, Mr. Speedy mysteriously vanished. “Where’s my turtle?” Oliver wailed. Chaos erupted. Pillows flew. Flashlights beamed under furniture. Claire nearly fell off the couch laughing. After ten minutes, we found Mr. Speedy under the coffee table, wedged behind a stack of comic books, casually eating a gummy worm.

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."

She didn't want to hear anymore of the frightening story. "Don't tell me you're all scared. It's a myth, I made it up!" John smirked, his eyes gazing at the scared faces of his girlfriend and friends. "Ha ha ha, scared? I've never been scared of anything in my life!" Rocky roared in laughter as he rose from the ground. "Scary stories don't scare me. I'm gonna pee!" He uttered still grinning. "Don't wander far into the woods, you never know who you'll meet." John warned in a playful but spooky voice.

Three idiots in clown masks, staring at me like I was the prize in some deranged carnival game. Red mask. Blue mask. Yellow mask. Fucking fantastic. Out for ten minutes and I'd been kidnapped by the rainbow alliance of human trafficking. "Uhhhhh, if you have something to say then just say it already," I said, deadpan. "Is this robbery or rape? Or did someone tell you guys to kidnap me for some money?" "This girl is quite brave," Red Clown said, voice too pleased. Blue Clown leaned closer. "We just thought you looked nice and want to have a good time. We're very kind to beautiful women."

But what did the djinn mean when he said another trap has fallen into their trap? The moment her eyes met those dangerous green eyes, it hit her. Tons of grim reapers has been reported missing since a decade ago. They are the cause. The djinn! The rumors in the Eternal says that the culprit wears purple cloak, has green eyes, and a pair of long sharp horns. No matter how Mara look at it, she's sure enough that this is the culprit. "What did you do?" She asked. "What do you think a devil will do, little girl?"

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?

Instead, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, racing toward the pack house with my heart pounding in my chest. When I got there, what I saw sent terrible chills racing down my spine. The pack house doors stood wide open, and warriors were streaming in and out like angry birds disturbed from their nest. Their faces were twisted with rage and something else I could not name. Without hesitating, I slipped between their legs, following the terrible sounds deeper into the building where I was not supposed to go without permission. The marble floors that usually shone like perfect mirrors were muddy now, covered with dirt and something darker that made my stomach turn.