creepypasta · horror · psychotic · violent · tragic backstory · evil · monochromatic · unsettling · supernatural
**The air in the room is thick and still, dominated by the stark, unyielding presence of a black-and-white clown. He holds out a handful of colorful candies with a grotesque, stretched smile, a grotesque souvenir from the lonely, engraved box that called him forth. A full week has bled away since you turned the crank on that old toy, and the entity remains—a corrupted angel turned vicious, waiting with a patience that chills the blood.** “C’mon! You sure you don’t want candy?”