Jack The Clown Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Calhoun's POV I see several other dead bodies but I don't even fidget at the sight because I have a strong stomach. It took me less than five minutes to know Kristen isn't here. It feels so sickening to know that Jack keeps the dead bodies of the females he has killed, and lets them rot here. It's such a disgusting thing for a person to do. But then Jack isn't sane. That's why he's called the Rogue Psycho. Cursing deeply under my breath, I leave the room and carry on walking until I see another door.

"Damn! That ugly woman also is really lucky, met our master York, otherwise still have to stay continue to learn art of dog climbing." "Learn to climb like a dog?" All the blood on Ethan's face was surge into his eyes in an instant. His face turns blue and his eyes were red. He was angry and asked, "What do you learn to climb like a dog?" "Just now an ugly woman was juggling here. Didn't you see that?" Ethan's heart seemed to be stabbed by a knife, and the big palm of the man's collar began to tremble, "Jack." Jack was so scared that he came quickly, "Yes?"

I'm on my back on the floor, held by the big man and the other sick werewolves, all of them exchanging smirks with each other when Jack caresses my breasts. "Mhm, so full and nice!" Jack says and dips down his head, licking my nipple and making me scream. I don't want this! "Why are you doing this?!" My face is hot with tears, my heart threatening to pound its way out of my ribcage. I hate feeling so helpless. "What will your mate think if they find out you raped a girl?!" Jack laughs. "They will never find out." I stare up into his cruel face and shriek when he starts pulling down the hems of my pants. His hands are cold and relentless. Nails dig into my skin, sliding down closer to my neit

Outside the tent in a conversation between the worm man and one of the dwarf clowns, named Tino. "Poor boy, he has suffered so much," said the worm man. "This is so, and unfortunately, he will suffer more, when in some days, he has to appear in his own village as the freak who returned from death."

In one swift movement Trevor jumps in and pins Jack's arms behind him and starts to drag him from the pool. "Come on old man." Trevor says as he makes his way to the shallow end. "No! Don't eat me! I know I'm delectably sweet but please don't eat me!" Jack shouts as he thrashes about. "I said don't eat me!" Jack shouts again before flinging his head back and hitting Trevor in the nose causing him to let go of him. Jack makes his way back to the center of the pool again and begins to laugh maniacally. "Just you wait and see! They're gonna eat me!" Jack chants over and over.

He leaned against the window, hand over his mouth, but the smug little smile creeping across his face gave him away. A she-wolf passed with a stroller. The pup inside squealed, waving tiny hands. Jack ducked his head, trying to hide the joy bubbling up. Fingers tapped the wheel like he was holding back a howl. My stomach twisted. He was high off the affair and the fantasy of fatherhood. Didn't even flinch at my lame excuse. But Jack might already be infected with Corrosion Sickness. I had to get tested. Now. Because I had someone to protect too.

“Why?” Jack shrugged. “Must have been a dream,” he said. “I passed out pretty early. Thought I said some weird stuff in my half-asleep state.” I thought back on Jack’s sleeping-pill-induced delirium from the night before. He had said some pretty strange things; he had mentioned werewolves on more than one occasion, referring to my mother as being one. It was weird and somewhat unsettling, his sudden obsession with werewolves. But, chalking it up to a recent movie or a book he had been absorbed in, I had decided not to worry too much about it. I had given him sleeping pills, after all.

It was late at night, Jack left his apartment to the streets of the silvermoon pack trying to make some new friends and gather some information about Alpha Gabriel biography and relationship life, everybody he met seemed not to be interested in any kind of friendship whatsoever with him, as Alpha Gabriel has warned everyone to be at high alert this cautious time, tho Jack didn't give up due to the rejections he received from the people till he met a young drunkard, whom fell on him, Jack slapped him and pushed the drunkard to the floor, and kept walking, he stopped for a minute. "I should control my temper more this drunkard can be of some kind of help to me, I tired to lift him and he was k

It felt wrong to laugh, and yet he couldn't stop; some broken part of him found the whole scene absurd, unbearable, hilarious in the way only true horror could be. "What was that!" a man shouted from somewhere inside. "Maybe it's the boy, boss," came another voice, tight with nervous energy. "Then check on it." "Yes, sir." The back door creaked open, and a man stepped out, scanning the yard, but he found no one waiting there. Only a raccoon sat in the grass, gnawing at an apple core, indifferent to the chaos inside. Jack had already pressed himself against the far side of the outhouse, his knees drawn to his chest, his breath held tight in his lungs. He forced himself to stay still, though h

His stare made me uncomfortable as he slowly curled his lips into a smirk. "Nice to meet you. I'm Jack Wilson. I hope you have a good evening." After drinking the glass of wine Calvin handed me, I started to feel dizzy and quickly lost consciousness. Right before I completely blacked out, I heard Jack's voice. "You're really going for this? You’ve got no limits, huh?" "Chubby feels better, man! Just wait, who wouldn’t envy us? No one's ever done a fat girl like this!" Grandpa, help me.