Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 17:19:47 GMT -5
The first short story is a clown one. So credit for Mr.Nightmare for telling this story and credit for the guy or girl who wrote this story on Reddit.
If you seen the news lately, there been many reports of clowns luring children into the forest. I was one of the first to experience this and it was utterly terrifying. I want to remain anonymous at the moment, just in case the clown find out who I am. Anyways, here's what happened. I am 14 years old and live in a small town in South Carolina. The town has a population of around 130 people. Summer was just about to be over and I had a summer job working at the local lumberyard. It was a great place to work, I helped customers loading lumber into their vehicles. A pretty mindless job, plus I was able to stay physically fit because of it. The best part Is that my house is exactly one mile away. Walking to and from work is a daily occurrence. I spent a long day hauling and moving lumber and I worked it was pretty much complete. It was about 9:30 p.m. when I started to walk home. The moon was just starting to light up the road and the sun was completely set below the hills. There are no other houses between the lumberyard and my house. Our town is very world. The road home has hills that peak high enough that you're unable to see what's on the other side, until you crest it. The road is skinny with no shoulder, but it was freshly paved. The trees stacked one by one behind each other in a row and vegetation is thick with a few game trails coming out to the road. Crickets and frogs sound like an orchestra. The walk home usually takes about 30 minutes. I've done it so many times, I entertain myself with music. I put in my ear-buds and throw on some tunes and a way I went. I was about half-way home when I heard what sounded like a high-pitched cackling laugh. " The hell was that? ", I said to myself out loud. I took out my earbuds and stopped. I thought maybe it was part of the music, but something about it didn't fit into the song. I stood there motionless looking to hear the same sound again. However the frog's croaking were so loud that not even a scream could be heard. I thought nothing of it and walked home.
The next day I started my shift at 2 p.m. . I started my walk to work around 1:30. Nothing was out of ordinary. It was a beautiful day. I usually look down at my feet ad kick ay rocks tat I see, having them skip across the fresh pavement was oddly satisfying. I kicked a rock and it skipped across the pavement and landed next to something strange laying in the dirt on the side of the road. It looked to be a bright red ball. I picked it up. I gave it a little pressure and it squeaked. Immediately I knew what it was. "This a clown nose.", I said to myself. "What the hell is this doing out here?", I said to myself again. I kept it and carried it to work to show the other staff members. I even put it on and give it some hunks. It got a few laughs. The day went on as usual. Around 9:30 p.m. , I clocked out and began my long walk home. I forgot my earbuds at home, so I was unable to listen to my usual music.
While on my way home, I was able to make out a faint image of a figure about 150 yards away of what looked like a deer standing in the middle of the road. It was hard to make out as the fog covered over the grounds and the moonlight back with the animal. As I gotten in a 100 yards, I must have gotten spooked. I could see a rough outline scamper back into the forest. Little did I know, this was not a deer, but something more sadistic. I passed the spot in which the deer had taken off back into the woods. As I walked by, I heard footsteps about 20 yards behind me. I thought this was strange as I have never seen a deer come back onto the road once it was scared off. Before I could look back, I heard, "Hey there." I turned my head to see a clown standing in the middle of the road with his hands behind his back. He wore baggy pants and a baggy shirt that was obviously meant to be a clown costume, but it was very dirty. So dirty that the colors faded into stains. His make-up ran down his face and his eyes were black.
If you seen the news lately, there been many reports of clowns luring children into the forest. I was one of the first to experience this and it was utterly terrifying. I want to remain anonymous at the moment, just in case the clown find out who I am. Anyways, here's what happened. I am 14 years old and live in a small town in South Carolina. The town has a population of around 130 people. Summer was just about to be over and I had a summer job working at the local lumberyard. It was a great place to work, I helped customers loading lumber into their vehicles. A pretty mindless job, plus I was able to stay physically fit because of it. The best part Is that my house is exactly one mile away. Walking to and from work is a daily occurrence. I spent a long day hauling and moving lumber and I worked it was pretty much complete. It was about 9:30 p.m. when I started to walk home. The moon was just starting to light up the road and the sun was completely set below the hills. There are no other houses between the lumberyard and my house. Our town is very world. The road home has hills that peak high enough that you're unable to see what's on the other side, until you crest it. The road is skinny with no shoulder, but it was freshly paved. The trees stacked one by one behind each other in a row and vegetation is thick with a few game trails coming out to the road. Crickets and frogs sound like an orchestra. The walk home usually takes about 30 minutes. I've done it so many times, I entertain myself with music. I put in my ear-buds and throw on some tunes and a way I went. I was about half-way home when I heard what sounded like a high-pitched cackling laugh. " The hell was that? ", I said to myself out loud. I took out my earbuds and stopped. I thought maybe it was part of the music, but something about it didn't fit into the song. I stood there motionless looking to hear the same sound again. However the frog's croaking were so loud that not even a scream could be heard. I thought nothing of it and walked home.
The next day I started my shift at 2 p.m. . I started my walk to work around 1:30. Nothing was out of ordinary. It was a beautiful day. I usually look down at my feet ad kick ay rocks tat I see, having them skip across the fresh pavement was oddly satisfying. I kicked a rock and it skipped across the pavement and landed next to something strange laying in the dirt on the side of the road. It looked to be a bright red ball. I picked it up. I gave it a little pressure and it squeaked. Immediately I knew what it was. "This a clown nose.", I said to myself. "What the hell is this doing out here?", I said to myself again. I kept it and carried it to work to show the other staff members. I even put it on and give it some hunks. It got a few laughs. The day went on as usual. Around 9:30 p.m. , I clocked out and began my long walk home. I forgot my earbuds at home, so I was unable to listen to my usual music.
While on my way home, I was able to make out a faint image of a figure about 150 yards away of what looked like a deer standing in the middle of the road. It was hard to make out as the fog covered over the grounds and the moonlight back with the animal. As I gotten in a 100 yards, I must have gotten spooked. I could see a rough outline scamper back into the forest. Little did I know, this was not a deer, but something more sadistic. I passed the spot in which the deer had taken off back into the woods. As I walked by, I heard footsteps about 20 yards behind me. I thought this was strange as I have never seen a deer come back onto the road once it was scared off. Before I could look back, I heard, "Hey there." I turned my head to see a clown standing in the middle of the road with his hands behind his back. He wore baggy pants and a baggy shirt that was obviously meant to be a clown costume, but it was very dirty. So dirty that the colors faded into stains. His make-up ran down his face and his eyes were black.