This scary clown doesn’t even try to hide the darkness from which it was born. His red eyes glow like coals sent straight from hell, set in deep and scarred sockets. The blood flows from his mouth, much like the foam that forms in the mouth of a wild animal lusting after easy prey. His face consists of individual sections that are stapled against his skull and his makeup is smudged by dripping blood. The rotten, yellow teeth are experienced and capable of crushing through bones like a butcher’s knife slicing through a piece of fillet. His black lips are the symbols of lifelessness, the proof that he is a monster and not a man. This isn’t the face of comic relief, but instead the face of the devil when he gets bored of his appearance.
short scary story
You Got to Hand It to Me I’m Pretty Funny
There is no sign of humanity or life behind the makeup of this seemingly dead creature. All the pleasure he gets out of the torture he inflicts onto his victims is internalized. Even though you might not see his bliss, it does exist. In fact, every time he listens to a person scream a shot of ecstasy runs through his body like a lightning bolt. It’s his source of life to cause unimaginable pain and suffering to those he deems worthy. Afterward he entertains himself with whatever body parts remain from his victims.
Blood Princess
Ugly Shrill Scream
This is what evil looks like in its purest form. The gaping mouth reveals a set of teeth and fangs that have been the cause of horror for centuries. The tongue splits at the tip like that of snake, ready to give the yellow claws the support they need to perform their unholy duty. There is nothing remotely attractive or beautiful about this image. Only pain and agony waits for the one that is cursed to see it, because it will be their last image.
The shrill that accommodates the unnerving mouth drives fear into each and all within hearing distance. It’s a scream that leaves permanent damage in more ways than one and nobody can withstand the evil it resonates with. Once the sound reaches the victim, nothing will ever be heard again.
Ultimately resistance will be a futile attempt, because the power within this ugly shrill scream is just too strong.
My Head Held High
Darkness and evil around me abound,
My scream is wretched without a sound,
My eyes are wide open, but I can’t see
Not in pride, my head’s held high
Look what evil’s done to me.
-Ivan Karhoff