The Clown

He stands still, motionless just staring, never blinking. The bright colors of his pants, intended to be inviting, mix like cotton candy colored vomit. His smile is menacing, suggesting unnatural thoughts. Happiness has never looked so terrifying. His white gloves wrap around every corner. In the darkness they are all you can see, strangling the... Continue Reading →

Make Love to a Horror Story πŸ’€

Her heart pounds like hammers beating against a pillow underneath the white cotton sheets hanging over their heads. Creating a tent on top of a flat sleeping bag. Different new imagined fantasy, her crush's scary camp story. "I'm scared." she whispers. As he continues his story... "The door begins to creek footsteps come closer and... Continue Reading →

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