In the middle of the Nevada desert, along highway 95 there is a small town called Tonopah and its home to 90% of the populations worst nightmare, a haunted clown motel.
The Clown Motel is pretty much stuck between uninterrupted desert between Tonopah and the next town, Mina. It looks so bright and pretty, but what lies beneath is nothing short of terrifying and it does not help that there is a creepy as all shite graveyard next door, how splendid.
Spending the night in Tonopah’s Clown Motel could qualify as a true test of courage. Not because of any accommodation shortcomings, but because it’s full of clowns. There are clowns on the doors, shelves of clown dolls and collectibles in the lobby, clown paintings on the walls. And if you have a second floor room, you can look out from the balcony and see why the motel is so quiet and dark at night. It’s the cemetery. The Clown Motel stands right next to Tonopah’s dusty, unlit cemetery, closed for a hundred years, packed with the graves of miners in this former Boom Town who died unpleasantly.
One of the clowns, an eight-foot-tall pear-shaped chap, points to a sign advertising the nightly rates ($34 for a single person, $36 for two, $37.50 for 3-4 people) and anyone with half a brain would realize this is a warning, not an invitation.
But one reader from Reddit built up the courage and this is his account from that night and it will send a shiver down your spine.
At one point early in the evening we were hearing strange sounds and what appeared to be someone screaming followed by lot popping and crunching noises. While in the bathroom my buddy decided to have a peak outside of the bathroom window. My buddy lets out a yell and busts out into the room and I’m like “what?!” He doesn’t say anything but goes right to his back and gets his Smith and Wesson 357 out. I’m thinking “what the $%#” and I dig into my bag to get my Sig 232 out. He says we need to get the %@#& out of there right now. I saw he was serious and that made me serious about it, we grabbed our $#!^ for the most part (left a few clothes behind) and looked out the peep sight to make sure it was clear to our car. I threw my gun into my pocket, he put his in his waistband and we hauled ass to the car and got the hell out of there. On the ride away, I asked what he saw in the bathroom. He told me when he looked out the window there was this creepy-ass clown facing away from the window, pants at his ankles, making a weird motion. He told me the clown slowly turned 90 degrees to look at him, my friend said he looked down to see this clown $#@%ing a full-sized dinner ham, when he looked up from the ham $^@!ing the clown was smiling and waving at him.
Would you have the balls to stay in this motel? If you would like too, you can check it out here! but if you don’t make it back, don’t blame me! lol