Funny the Clown

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Funny the Clown: A Halloween Nightmare
In the small town of Raven’s Hollow, there was a legend that parents whispered to their children in hushed tones—Funny the Clown. No one knew where he came from, but the stories all agreed on one thing: he was not the kind of clown that brought laughter, but terror, death, and blood.
Backstory
Decades ago, Raven’s Hollow was home to a traveling circus. It arrived one Halloween night, the air thick with anticipation and excitement. The star performer was a clown known only as Funny. Dressed in oversized shoes, a polka-dotted suit, and a mask that stretched into a permanent grin, he captivated the crowd with his slapstick humor and balloon animals.
But there was something off about Funny—his laughs were hollow, and his eyes, though covered in thick white makeup, held a deep, unsettling malice. No one knew that Funny’s real name was Gregory Finch, a disturbed man who had once been a children’s entertainer. Gregory’s life took a dark turn when a freak accident at one of his parties claimed the life of a child. Driven mad by guilt and the accusations of the town, he snapped.
Funny began hearing voices, whispers in the dark telling him to seek vengeance. He embraced the chaos within him and disappeared into the shadows—only to reemerge as the clown, now fully consumed by the darkness inside. Every Halloween, for years after the circus's disappearance, people started vanishing in Raven’s Hollow. They would vanish without a trace, until the bodies were discovered, mutilated beyond recognition.
The Return of Funny
It was the 13th year since the last murder spree. The town had started to move on, but Halloween night brought with it a chill that seemed to claw at everyone’s spine. This year, a group of teenagers—Lily, Jack, Mia, and Caleb—decided to throw a Halloween party in the old abandoned circus grounds. They knew the stories, but no one took them seriously. After all, legends were just legends, right?
As the sun set and the full moon hung high, the party was in full swing. Costumes filled the old tents as music blasted through speakers. In the distance, unnoticed by anyone, a figure slowly approached the grounds—a clown with a grin stretched too wide, his eyes glinting with madness. Funny had returned.
The Killing Begins
The first kill was quiet. Caleb wandered away from the party, looking for a place to relieve himself in the woods. As he zipped up, he noticed a figure in the distance—Funny the Clown, standing still, holding a balloon that seemed to pulse with a sickly glow. Caleb laughed nervously, thinking it was someone from the party playing a prank.
Without warning, Funny rushed at him, moving with unnatural speed. Caleb didn’t even have time to scream before Funny shoved the balloon into his mouth, forcing it down his throat. Caleb’s eyes bulged as the balloon expanded inside him, tearing his esophagus and filling his chest cavity. His body twitched violently as blood gushed from his nose and mouth. His last breath was a gurgle, and Funny released the balloon, watching as Caleb's bloated body collapsed to the ground.
Funny dragged Caleb’s body back toward the circus grounds, where the real show would begin.
The House of Horrors
Back at the party, no one noticed Caleb was missing yet. The next victim, Mia, wandered into one of the abandoned funhouses to take some photos. As she snapped selfies with the distorted mirrors, she didn’t notice the shadow creeping up behind her.
Funny struck without hesitation. He grabbed Mia by the hair, slamming her face against one of the mirrors until the glass shattered, embedding shards deep into her skin. Screaming, Mia tried to crawl away, but Funny wasn’t done. He took a shard of glass and slowly sliced her face from ear to ear, mimicking his own grotesque grin. Blood sprayed in arcs as Funny carved deep into her flesh, peeling her face like a grotesque mask. Her screams echoed in the hollow funhouse, but no one heard them over the blaring music.
A Party in Hell
Lily and Jack, still unaware of the horror unfolding, decided to sneak off into the big top tent, looking for a private moment. As they stumbled into the old circus ring, laughing and kissing, the lights suddenly flickered out.
From the shadows, Funny emerged, dragging Mia’s mangled body behind him like a grotesque puppet. Jack screamed as Funny tossed Mia's corpse toward him, her disfigured face frozen in terror. He grabbed Lily’s hand, trying to run, but Funny was too fast. He swung a giant mallet—one that looked like it belonged to a clown but was made of solid steel. The mallet came crashing down onto Jack’s skull, splitting it like a watermelon. Blood and brain matter sprayed across the tent as Lily shrieked, her shoes slipping in the pool of blood.
Lily tried to escape, but Funny caught her. He lifted her by the throat and whispered in her ear, “Laugh with me.” Then, with a twisted smile, he pulled out a pair of razor-sharp juggling knives and began to juggle them. Lily screamed in terror as the blades flashed in the air, coming closer with each spin. Finally, with a swift motion, Funny hurled one knife straight into her chest. She staggered back, gasping, and then the second knife followed, burying itself in her throat. The third knife pierced her stomach, and she collapsed in a heap of blood and terror, her life extinguished in moments.
The Final Act
By now, the remaining partygoers had started to notice the blood-soaked carnage, but it was too late. Funny had sealed the exits, trapping them inside. He stalked them through the darkened tents, picking them off one by one. One girl was decapitated with a giant pair of clown scissors. Another boy was tied to the spinning wheel and impaled with dozens of knives as Funny laughed and danced to the sound of his victim’s screams.
When the police arrived hours later, they found the circus grounds awash in blood. The bodies were mutilated beyond recognition, some missing limbs, others dismembered entirely. The once vibrant tents now looked like slaughterhouses, dripping with gore. And in the middle of it all was a single balloon, tied to a stake, swaying gently in the breeze. Written in blood across the balloon were the words:
“The show must go on…”
Epilogue
Every Halloween after that, the people of Raven’s Hollow would stay inside, locking their doors and windows, hoping to never hear the sound of a distant laugh or see the flicker of a balloon drifting in the wind. But they all knew deep down—Funny the Clown was still out there, waiting for the next Halloween, waiting to bring terror to the world once again. Chapter 2: The Carnival of Carnage
A year had passed since the nightmare at Raven’s Hollow. The town was still scarred, haunted by the massacre. The abandoned circus grounds had become a place of legend, a forbidden zone no one dared enter. Halloween was coming again, and the town braced itself with fear. People bolted their doors, avoided trick-or-treating, and spoke in hushed tones about Funny the Clown. The surviving parents clung to their children, and anyone who remembered that dreadful night prayed Funny wouldn’t return.
But legends never die, and nightmares never rest.
The Return
This Halloween night, a group of college students from out of town arrived, unaware of the town’s dark history. Mark, Sarah, Ben, and Alice, seeking thrills and ignoring the town’s warnings, broke into the old circus grounds, eager for an adrenaline rush. They laughed as they passed through the rusted gates, now coated with vines and grime. The air was thick with the smell of decay, a suffocating silence enveloping them as they ventured deeper.
The grounds were eerily still. The wind made the tents flutter in the distance like the breath of a dying beast. Unbeknownst to them, Funny was watching, his eyes glinting from the shadows. This year, his rage had grown—his thirst for blood insatiable.
The First Slaughter
The group split up, Sarah and Mark going one way, Alice and Ben the other. Sarah and Mark wandered toward the old merry-go-round, laughing as they pushed the rotting horses, oblivious to the nightmare creeping up behind them.
Funny was ready.
Mark barely had time to scream as a thick noose of barbed wire was whipped around his throat, yanking him into the shadows. Sarah turned, her eyes wide in horror, but it was too late. Funny yanked the wire with such force that Mark’s neck tore open like wet tissue paper. Blood spurted from his gaping wound, his body thrashing like a dying animal. Funny pulled harder, and Mark’s head popped from his body with a grotesque snap—the head landing in Sarah’s arms like some demented gift.
Sarah’s scream echoed through the grounds, her knees buckling as she dropped the head. Funny leapt forward, his oversized shoes stomping in the dirt as he tackled her to the ground. His gloved hands wrapped around her face, fingers digging into her eyes. With a sadistic glee, he pushed harder until her eyeballs burst under his grip, blood and clear fluid leaking down her cheeks like a macabre painting.
He wasn’t done.
Funny pulled out a giant balloon—bright red with “Happy Halloween” written in childlike scribbles—and jammed it into Sarah’s mouth. She gagged and choked, trying to spit it out, but Funny used his knee to pin her down, forcing the balloon deeper until her jaw dislocated with a sickening crack. Sarah’s body twitched violently as the balloon expanded inside her, pushing her organs aside as her chest swelled grotesquely. Blood streamed from her eyes, ears, and nose. With one final, agonizing moan, her chest exploded, a fountain of gore splattering across the carnival grounds.
The Funhouse of Flesh
Meanwhile, Ben and Alice had ventured into the old funhouse, laughing as they explored the broken mirrors and warped floors. But the moment they crossed the threshold, the temperature dropped, and the air became heavy with a coppery stench.
Funny had already prepared a special surprise.
As they stepped deeper into the funhouse, they realized the mirrors were no longer just reflections. Each one showed twisted images—images of themselves mutilated, dismembered, and flayed alive. Alice gasped, backing away, but it was too late. Funny sprang from the shadows, wielding a long chain of rusted, jagged hooks.
He lashed out at Ben first, the hooks biting into his flesh like hungry fangs. Ben screamed, trying to pull away, but the more he struggled, the deeper the hooks sank into his body, tearing through muscle and sinew. Funny yanked the chain, and Ben’s body was flayed alive, his skin peeling away in ragged strips. Blood spattered across the mirrors, and Ben’s exposed muscles gleamed under the dim lights, his screams gurgling as Funny dragged his broken body into a pile of glass shards. One last tug, and Ben was torn in half, his organs spilling out like wet ropes.
Alice tried to run, but Funny grabbed her by the ankle, sending her crashing face-first into the nearest mirror. Shards of glass sliced through her skin, embedding deep into her cheeks, her forehead, her lips. Funny cackled as he dragged her by her hair, the sound of her scalp tearing filling the air. He shoved her face into one of the mirrors, forcing her to watch as he pulled out a massive carving knife.
“You like to see yourself, don’t you?” Funny whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
With slow, deliberate strokes, he began carving into her back, each slice spelling out the words “FUNNY WAS HERE.” Alice sobbed, her body shaking with pain, but Funny wasn’t finished. He flipped her over and plunged the knife into her chest, carving a jagged smile that stretched from one side of her torso to the other. Blood poured from the wound, pooling beneath her as Funny stepped back to admire his work.
The Final Horror
With all his victims mutilated beyond recognition, Funny set his sights on the final stage—a carnival feast of flesh and terror. He dragged the dismembered bodies of Mark, Sarah, Ben, and Alice into the big top, arranging them into a gruesome display. Their heads were mounted on stakes, their limbs arranged like grotesque balloon animals.
In the center of it all was a giant balloon, tied to the stake that held Mark’s head. The balloon was filled with a thick, black liquid that dripped down in slow, heavy droplets.
As the clock struck midnight, the townspeople of Raven’s Hollow heard the distant sound of carnival music—warped and haunting. Lights flickered from the circus grounds, and faint, eerie laughter echoed through the wind. No one dared approach, but they all knew what had happened.
The police arrived the next morning, only to find the big top tent transformed into a house of horrors. The bodies were twisted into unspeakable shapes, their faces frozen in screams of agony. The smell of death and decay filled the air, so thick it made the officers retch.
At the center of it all was a note, written in blood, tied to the balloon: “The show is far from over.”
Epilogue
Funny the Clown had become more than just a legend. He was a living nightmare, an unstoppable force of carnage. And as each year passed, he grew stronger, his methods more brutal, his thirst for blood never satisfied. Raven’s Hollow would never be free of his terror.
Because Funny wasn’t just coming back.
He was never really gone. Chapter 3: Blood of the Innocents
Another year passed, and Raven’s Hollow was no longer just scarred—it was broken. The once vibrant town had decayed into a ghostly shell, its streets abandoned, homes boarded up, and its people either dead or long gone. Only the most desperate remained, too poor or too stubborn to leave. But even they knew better than to speak of Funny the Clown. His name had become a curse, a whisper of doom, carried by the wind.
It was Halloween again, and the air itself seemed to rot. The town was suffocating under an atmosphere of dread that had grown stronger with each passing year. Funny hadn’t returned since the last massacre, but everyone knew he was still there, somewhere in the shadows, watching, waiting for the right moment.
This Halloween, however, would not be like the others.
The Awakening
The circus grounds, long left to rot, had become something else. The earth itself had begun to shift and crack, as though rejecting the cursed soil. The tents, once only decayed, now looked as though they were bleeding, their canvas streaked with dark, wet stains that oozed and pulsed. Twisted trees had grown up around the grounds, their branches contorted into grotesque shapes—like hands reaching out, trying to pull the unwary into the abyss.
Funny had been sleeping, but he was no longer content with terrorizing a few foolish souls. His power had grown, his appetite for suffering far beyond what it had been before. He needed more.
On the night of Halloween, the gates to the circus opened by themselves, creaking on rusted hinges. The ground trembled, and a thick, noxious fog began to roll out, creeping into the town like an unnatural beast. The people who remained locked themselves inside their homes, but this time, the doors would not save them.
Funny was no longer just hunting those who dared to enter. He was coming for everyone.
The Slaughter Begins
A new group of people, mostly refugees from other towns, had set up a camp just on the edge of Raven’s Hollow. They hadn’t heard the stories, hadn’t lived through the horrors. To them, this was just another rundown place to find shelter, nothing more.
As night fell, they noticed the fog, thick and suffocating. The lights in their camp began to flicker, and a low, sinister laughter echoed through the trees.
The first to die was a child.
A little girl named Emily, no older than six, wandered too far from the group, drawn by what she thought was the sound of music. She giggled, spinning in circles, oblivious to the nightmare lurking just out of sight. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. Turning, she saw Funny, towering over her, his clown suit torn and filthy, his face smeared with blood. His grin stretched unnaturally wide, revealing rows of jagged, rotting teeth.
He bent down to her level, extending a balloon—a sickly, pale green, dripping with an unknown substance.
“Happy Halloween,” Funny whispered, his voice dripping with malice.
The balloon popped, releasing a spray of acid that splattered across the girl’s face. Her skin melted in seconds, her screams filling the night. Funny grinned as her flesh dripped off, her eyes dissolving into bubbling goo. She stumbled, blinded, her little hands clawing at her face, until she collapsed in a twitching heap.
Funny wasn’t done. He reached down and grabbed the girl’s remains, yanking her bones out like pulling strings from a puppet, snapping them apart and rearranging them into a twisted effigy—an offering to the town’s new god of carnage.
Carnival of the Damned
Back at the camp, panic had begun to spread. People heard the screams but couldn’t see through the fog. One by one, they vanished, taken by the creeping death that Funny had become. His victims were pulled into the circus grounds, where they were treated to his new and even more grotesque carnival of horrors.
Jesse, a college dropout looking for a fresh start, stumbled through the fog, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He tripped over something in the dark—a pile of flesh, dismembered beyond recognition. Before he could scream, Funny appeared, his clawed hands grabbing Jesse by the mouth. Funny ripped Jesse’s jaw clean off with one savage pull, tossing it aside like garbage. Jesse’s screams were choked with blood as Funny forced a fistful of broken glass into his throat, his gurgling cries echoing off the circus grounds.
Elsewhere, a woman named Maria was dragged into the old ferris wheel, which had long since rusted over. Funny strapped her to one of the seats, her body bound with barbed wire. The wheel creaked to life, spinning slowly, but with each rotation, it moved faster and faster. The barbed wire cut deeper, slicing through her skin, her muscles, until her limbs hung by threads of torn flesh. With one final spin, her body was flung from the wheel, exploding against a nearby wall in a spray of blood and viscera.
The Hellish Finale
As the carnage unfolded, the circus grounds themselves began to change. The earth cracked open, revealing pits of fire and sulfur. The screams of the damned echoed from deep below, and the souls of Funny’s previous victims crawled from the cracks—twisted, mutilated, and bound in chains. They wandered aimlessly, wailing in torment, their eyes hollow sockets of endless suffering.
Funny was no longer just a killer. He had become a force of cosmic horror, his power warping reality itself. Time and space twisted around him, bending to his will. He could now tear open rifts, pulling his victims into dimensions of unimaginable pain.
In one such rift, Sarah’s soul, trapped from last year’s massacre, was tormented endlessly. Her body was peeled away and regenerated over and over, each time more excruciating than the last. She could never die, never escape. Funny had made sure of that.
He began summoning the souls of all who had ever crossed his path, forcing them to endure new levels of agony. Their bones snapped and reformed into grotesque shapes, their organs stretched and torn as they were pulled apart, only to be reassembled in even more horrific ways. Funny laughed as his army of the damned grew, each soul trapped forever in his carnival of infinite suffering.
The Climax
As the night wore on, Funny gathered the remaining survivors into the big top, chaining them to the ground. He produced a massive, blood-soaked mallet and began the final act of his twisted show. One by one, he smashed their skulls, turning their faces into pulp, but their bodies did not die. Funny had cursed them to stay conscious, to feel every moment as their brains were reduced to jelly. He pulled their bones apart and twisted them into shapes that defied nature—bodies contorted into endless loops of flesh and sinew.
The blood flowed in rivers, soaking the ground, and the carnival music grew louder, more distorted, as the night reached its climax. Funny, covered in the blood of his victims, raised his arms in triumph, his laughter echoing through the heavens.
Epilogue
Raven’s Hollow was no more. The town was consumed, swallowed by the blood-soaked earth that Funny had corrupted. His carnival had grown, now spanning across dimensions, an eternal hellscape where time and space bent to his sadistic whims. His victims were trapped forever in his nightmarish domain, their screams echoing across the multiverse. And his carnival was spanning multiple alternate universes and each universe has the same population has us and there all being tormented and killed in the carnival. 
And Funny?
He was just getting started.
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