Short Horror Stories

Clowns

I remember the clown at the parade. Wearing bright red buttons and that horrid smile that felt like it burnt through my soul. No one else noticed that clown besides me. They all paid attention to the marching band and creative cars that passed. I was the only one that saw him.

Once the parade ended, I got in my car and drove home. I looked through the rear view mirror and he just sat there with the same smile. He held a knife in his left hand and the right was covered in blood. I blinked a few times and he was gone.

My anxiety was already hitting me once I got home. My hands trembled while grabbing my keys. Constant jangles from the keys were made as I quickly made it into the house and locked every door I could find. It was already 8:57 PM so it was extremely dark outside. I went into the kitchen and drank many cups of water and grabbed a hammer as well. I look outside of the window to see the sun fade in the distance. To my surprise, I didn't see him.

Once I laid myself in bed, I just became comfortable and turned out all the lights. I was still nervous from what I saw, then suddenly a oversized blood-stained hand groped my throat...