There’s a stretch of desert highway between Las Vegas and Reno that most people drive through without stopping.
But if you make the wrong turn into Tonopah…
…you’ll find a motel that looks like a joke from a distance.
Painted in circus red. Guarded by two thousand clown dolls.
And standing beside a graveyard full of burned miners, plague victims, and women no one bothered to name.
This is not a haunted attraction.
This is not a “fun” roadside story.
This is a ritualized trap, disguised as kitsch—built on trauma, death, and spiritual decay.
And what lives inside it isn’t a ghost.
It’s a parasite.
Room 108 will show you what it feels like to suffocate underground.
Room 210 whispers to children at night.
Room 214—if it lets you in—has a way of turning couples against each other. One man left with scratch marks down his spine. His wife never spoke again.
And in the cemetery behind it all?
There’s a boy.
Pale. Smiling. No eyes.
He watches from the graves.
And sometimes he knocks…
Three times. Always at 3:33 AM.
Guests report being followed home.
Dreams of fire. Hallucinations. Missing time.
Phones glitch. Voices appear in white noise.
One woman took a clown figurine as a joke.
She mailed it back a week later—covered in her own blood.
There was no return address.
In tonight’s episode of Bedtime Stories, we’re not just telling a ghost story.
We are walking straight into a spiritual infection—and you will feel it crawling under your skin.
This is not for children.
This is not for the weak.
And if you listen…
…make sure the lights are off.
But whatever you do—don’t bring anything back with you.
🎧 “The Clown Motel” – now streaming on Bloody FM
🔗 Full episode in the link. Enter only after dark.
🩸 Play this one with caution. It will follow you home.
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