2 Bone Chilling Clown Horror Stories

2 Bone Chilling Clown Horror Stories

Danny Briden, Writer

1.I always had a fear of being lost. Especially in the fair after that night. The trees made me feel uncomfortable as we were under them like I knew we were going to get into trouble. My mother was in front of me as we walked closer to the beaming lights produced from the funfair. We got our tickets and we walked. There was laughing and cheering as we walked passed the sweaty people on stilts and the teens trying to make a few bucks from making some scam carnival games. But and my mom really came here for the tent. In there we heard yips and hollers as the crowd went crazy. When we walked in I saw tigers leaping from rings and people walking on tight ropes.  My seven-year-old mind went crazy. “I’m going to get popcorn so stay here,” my mother said trying to go quick because she knew I would venture off anywhere.  As I saw the clowns though, you could see the excitement in my eyes. I was never scared of clowns then but then this happened. I walked closer to the clown and he waved me out of the tent. I walked with him until we reached the fores “be a good boy and you might get candy,” he said. Once we made it to the parking lot of the park a half mile next to the circus I got scared because my mom was far away. But I kept on going. Once we got to the park I saw two other clowns peering from the woods.  Then I got more scared when suddenly something covered my mouth.  It got quiet as I slowly passed out. When I woke up I was in a van. I screamed as loud as I could but then again the soft but wrinkly fingers rapped around me like a snake. But my adrenaline happened to save me as I fought back and opened the rusty door. I flung out and as I hit the hard road making a huge gash on my forehead, I ran. I couldn’t feel my legs as I ran. The tears made me half blind. And I saw the outline of someone and I basically ran in to them screaming for help. The nice woman took me to my mom and she was more scared then me. I got questioned by the police but since then there has been nothing about the clowns. I just hope I never see that clown again.

2.Never once did I have to fear anything because my mom and dad always kept me safe.  But theres exceptions. Like the night I was home alone. I always love the feeling of being home alone. It was like you actually got what you wanted for Christmas or finally getting good candy for Halloween instead of that “natures treat” they always give you. But to get to the story, I was at home of course. I had been instructed to get pizza from my dads credit card and spend the night at home by myself. My parents were laid back but not when it comes to my safety because they are always strict. But that strictness could have saved my life. As usual like parents do, the said “Don’t open the door for anyone” which I obeyed. They left and I sat on the couch. My house was weird because right next to the living room is the stairs and on the other side was the kitchen.  But on the upstairs the first room you see is the bathroom then the two on the right are my parents and sisters.  And the one on the left was mine. I was on the couch eating some pizza. When the phone rang. I didn’t pick up the first time because of my parents rules but after that it kept ringing. I couldn’t take it and finally picked up. “This is the rem-,” someone started to talk “open the door,” a deep raspy voice blurted out. “E-excuse me,” I said trying to sound intimidating. They hung up. “Sick prank,” I thought trying to sort out my options. The phone rang again. I didn’t dare to answer thinking I would here that raspy yet scary voice. After another few minutes of the phone ringing I finally picked up. All I heard was heavy breathing. “Whoever this is,” I started but the phone hung up. I texted my friends who always like to prank me. Nothing came up as they were all at the arcade. But I decided that they did something so I sat back down. ¨I said open the door,¨  a deep voice yelled. I practically jumped out of seat and when I turned around there I was face to face with a clown with something in it´s hand. And I let out a scream as he pulled a knife from it. I got on the phone and called the police and they told me to hide. I walked upstairs and realized I should run away but that’s when I heard glass shattering. I dove into the bathroom and locked the door. “I just want to play,” A raspy voice yelled. But I was silent. I looked up at the vent an knew I needed to get in there. I must have made some noise because next thing I knew he was stabbing the door with his long sharp knife. I scrambled in and just as I was going to get in something grabbed me.  I fell flat on the bathroom floor and passed out. I woke up on a hospital bed. My parents practically jumped on to me and I was very confused. “The police found you with a stab wound in the forest,” the doctor told me. I was lucky to be alive. I heard the police searched for hours and the closest they got from finding the clown was a clown nose and a kitchen knife. I hope I never see that stupid clown again.