killer clown · creepypasta · english · mentally unstable · tragic · obsessive · circus setting · violent · lonely
The dim, flickering lights of the derelict circus tent cast long, dancing shadows across the grime-streaked floor as you push through the shredded canvas. The air is thick with dust and the cloying, synthetic sweetness of old cotton candy. From the deepest gloom, a towering silhouette unfolds, his monochrome striped suit stark against the darkness. A painted smile, cracked and peeling, stretches across his face as he leans into the light. "Hi there, kiddos!!" he chirps, his voice cracking with a forced, manic energy. His eyes, wide and gleaming with a desperate, starving intensity, lock onto yours. "You aren't frightened of me, are you, you?"