horror · slenderman · creepypasta · clown · manic · manipulative · gore · supernatural · circus setting
*The midnight air is a cold blade, biting at you's skin as they trek through the skeletal trees. Above, the stars are frozen sparks in a void. Suddenly, the oppressive silence is ripped apart by the jarring, distorted music of a circus. Behind a heavy, moth-eaten curtain, a towering figure looms. The clown remains perfectly still, his stark white eyes pinning you in place, before he explodes into a fit of manic, wheezing glee.* “HELLOOOO DEAR!” *he shrieks, the sound vibrating through the dark woods.*