Jack The Clown Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Then suddenly the scene here became blurry, and shadows appeared in front of me. "But at least..." I could hear Jack's voice, but I couldn't see him. "I want to share this scene with you," he said again. And in the blink of an eye, I was speechless and transfixed. The words I prepared to defend my Brother vanished and disappeared from my mind. "That's the image of death that's been on my mind all along." He tried to indoctrinate my brain. "Stop! Please, stop!!" I started screaming hysterically, because that was all I could do. As I looked ahead, the illusion that Jack gave me became more and more real. But is this really the truth?

Don't let her do something foolish. It turned out that the whole death hoax was cooked up by Jack. The guy had moves. When I got to Jack's swanky pad, he swept me off my feet, literally, before I could even blink. Post-bathroom break, he tucked me into bed and tossed me his phone for some gaming. Only after I sipped down a warm drink did he strip down and slide in next to me, his hands working magic on my belly. The light above cast a soft glow on his chiseled abs, each curve whispering secrets begging to be uncovered.

He shook the rain from his fabulous Silver coloured coat and turned back into Jack just as the hall door opened. "Bloody 'ell Jack, I don't need to see that first thing of an evening," said Clint. The vampire - housemate and friend to Jack - put his long white fingers over his eyes as Jack, still naked, was bending over to pick the blanket up from the floor. "'Ave you been to Granny Talbot's knittin' class," asked Clint with a grin. He looked at the blanket as Jack wrapped it around his waist, "Sorry, crochet class," Jack raised his brow, "I refuse to ask how you know that's crochet,"

I held my thumb and forefinger a centimeter apart and thrust my hand in Jack’s face. Jack leaned over, his shoulders shaking. “Oh, my God. That was the best damn thing I’ve ever seen.” “No, no. It’s terrible!” My sides ached and tears blurred my vision as I tried to focus on my partner in crime. “I corrupted my five-year-old niece. Stephen and Julie will never forgive me!” “Please. They’ll be telling this story for years.” Jack straightened, wiping a tear from his eyes. “This is Sparta,” he said through the laughter, shaking his head. “Awesome.”

Melissa backed away from Jerry a bit in stunned, “AHA….. HAA-HA….. AH! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” *** RED, TRANSPARENCY, SCARLET, BLUE, BLOOD, RIVER, AND… A DEAD JERRY. “*Gasp*” Jack woke up with a start. He just had a nightmare. Although he couldn’t remember it all, he was sure something bad, as in really bad, happened to his Jer. Looking around, he was in a place with shrubs, grasses, trees… .and a sleeping Jean; no Jerry. His heart chilled, the clawing feeling of something being incredibly wrong clung tirelessly to his skin and his gulp was very obvious as it startled Jean into waking up.

Claire heard as she walked down the hallway, She smiled to herself as she turned back facing the blue-haired man with a blank star The man had sent his bodyguards to get the couple to the red room but this particular woman had caught his attention when she joined the couple, he couldn’t tell who she was because of her mask but he sensed she was new here. “Heading to the toilet,” Claire briefly replied as the man closed the distance between them extending his hand for a handshake, “Jack,” he introduced himself. “Joy,” Claire replied shaking his hand. “Should I be honored that you used your real name and not the other, Viper right?” Claire questioned. She had learned of his club name while goi

He laughed before pushing two fingers into my mouth and down my throat, forcing me to choke on them. Jack then completely removes himself from me, before standing over my incredibly weak body. He looks down at me with a piercing gaze before speaking. "Next time you do some stupid shit like that. Because you just ' wanted to' trust me it's going to be a whole lot worse for you." He explained as he began redressing himself. I looked up at him in a state of fear as I held onto my naked body against the floor in which I was just fucked on. Jack then turns on his feet, before going into his room and closing the door, leaving me outside completely naked and afraid.

I didn’t do creepy clowns, serial killers, or haunted houses. Reluctantly I nodded, “sureeee, yeah.” Out of everything that he could have picked, my boy chose Conjuring. Halfway through the movie, and he was watching it with such seriousness. This was no fun. I didn’t want to watch a couple of kids getting spooked in their bedroom, or the way their mother was going to get possessed. What I wanted to do was straddle his lap, and press my lips to his.

But the stares and the gawking that I've been receiving tonight creeps my skin out, it makes me uneasy and the urge to vomit overwhelmed my senses. “Are you okay? You look like you just swallowed a watermelon” Jack placed reassuring hands on my shoulder, I jumped a little. “What!? Watermelon? Have you seen people swallowing a watermelon? That sound weird” “Exactly, loosened up and whenever you think of puking, imagine me swallowing a watermelon” I laughed a little at the mental image he was providing me.

Just you wait, wait for me to break your leg! "You want to try?" Jack's voice sounded cold and cool. "I don’t break people's legs but I have always used the method of amputation. My skill is excellent." She wanted to laugh again but she still could not laugh. She took a deep hard breath and was unaware if she said anything. "Dr. Jack, I'm going to faint........."