The Boy who only Wanted to make People Happy, and Smile, and Laugh : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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Once there lived a boy who only wanted to make people happy, and smile, and laugh.

The boy was only ever happy himself once in his whole life, when his momma took his to a circus for his eighth birthday. The boy had never really been taken anywhere before, so it was an extra special day.

And how the boy laughed and laughed until his face ached, as he watched the clowns tumbling around and pretending to throw buckets of water into the crowd.

That memory went around-and-around in his little head that night, as he and his momma returned home, only to surprise another woman who’d been visiting the boy’s daddy. The Boy’s momma took a big sharp knife from the kitchen drawer and carved the two lovers up, before slitting her own throat, all whilst the boy tightly held her other hand.

He held her hand for three days until he fainted away, and he awoke in an orphanage, still with some of his momma’s sticky blood in his hair. 

The boy didn’t enjoy living in the orphanage one bit, but he did his very best to make the other children laugh, by clowning around, cartwheeling and pretending to trip up. However, the other kids preferred violence to comedy, and soon he was tumbling for real, with broken bones, and bruises, and blood gushing from his nose.

When the boy turned sixteen he was kicked out onto the streets, where he tried to earn a living by making passers-by laugh, wearing makeup and silly shoes and oversized clown pants. People crossed the street to avoid him, calling him a creep and threatening to call the police if he came near them.

But the boy’s mind was made up, and he was half-crazy anyway, and fixated on that one happy day when he was eight, so he carried on clowning, sometimes scraping together a few pennies from people who pitied him, though those pennies were then stolen by bad men, at night.

Still, the boy spent all day, everyday, clowning around, always with a big smile on his face. He heard the roars and the applause of the audience in his head, every night when he slept. His only goal was to relive that high, just once again, before he died.

And die he did, the day before he turned 18, when he saw a neglectful momma’s toddler run out into the busy street. The boy ran and grabbed the little kid, just before a truck would have smushed him. And what do you think the kid’s momma did? That’s right, she chased the boy, calling him horrible names, and soon a crowd kicked his head until it resembled corned beef.

The boy went straight to Heaven, still wearing his clown get-up, and wondered if he’d finally get a few laughs up there. But St. Peter took one look at him and said “F**k off, I hate clowns”, and sent the boy down to Hell instead.

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