Jack The Clown Creepypasta Novels & Stories

he closed the door after him. Jacky was scared to death. The building he was in was looking very creepy, and he thought he saw something crawling towards him. He screamed, and held his hand over his face in an attempt to block whatever was coming at him, but it was nothing. He dropped his hands by his sides, and began to shake, "Dear God, please get me out of this," he clasped his hands together, shaking like a leaf. Something crawled over his legs, and he quickly brought his legs close to his torso hugging himself. He looked around, there was no way he was going to stay in this creepy looking place.

' jack was far more dumbfounded than his face was giving credit for . In the guild hall he got his card and decided to take a job to kill some minor demons that seem to resemble fantasy goblins but from the little bit of his memories he knew that those things where just what are called lowly beings that line wherever there's concentrated energy but still .'no...hell no...goblins for real?...God what the hell do you think this is funny or something?' Jack just took the paper from her and sighed "hah im off give me 30 mins and I'll be back more or less "

“Please, please, please, please, please!!!" “Fine, just stop saying that.” "Thank you Jack." Jack really didn’t want Bruce to sleep with him but this way he would leave him alone. Bruce came in and shut the door. Jack moved over and Bruce got in on the other side. Jack yawned. Bruce went to sleep. Jack adjusted himself and scooted until his back nudged Bruce gently. Bruce moved a little but he didn't wake. Jack couldn't fight it anymore and he closed his eyes as well. A pain surged in his head. He was now immersed into a weird dream. It felt more like a memory. There was a masked man with a black cape fighting a man dressed up as a clown. Their battle went on for a long time. It was like an

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

He turned to the man on his right and snarled, “You, Jack, tell me what happened or I’ll break you! Pay me back the two grand that I lent you the other day!” Jack shrieked in shock and stuttered, “Okay, boss, I’ll tell you everything! Just now, you went crazy again and wanted to eat that thing. We tried to stop you, but you were too strong. After breaking away from us, you ran to the hospital’s toilet, broke into a stall, dragged an old man out of the stall, and…” The more Kian listened, the more gloomy his face became. He stuttered, “Did… did I eat it?”

said Jack. “Good idea Jack” I said, stroking her. Jack giggles, Kronika was amazed to what she just saw “a servant based from infamous serial killer from Britain that brutally murdered five innocent women and Scotland Yard had failed to catch him. This version of Jack is the collective conscious of children that didn’t have the chance to be born” said Cetrion. “That’s Jack for you in the world of Fate/Grand Order.” I said, seeing Jack riding on my back.

He licked the blood on his lower lip as he pushed me away. “Mesmick was also a child!” he yelled. “WASN’T HE?!” I couldn’t answer him as I froze with my eyes wide open in shock. Jack had just turned into something I couldn’t recognize anymore. “Like I thought” he said violently moving my hands from his half way zipped jacket. He moved away from the door while stretching his head. He headed for the table which had few empty beer bottles. I was sure he had been drinking. He then picked up one of the full beers and opened it with his mouth.

Since my mom and I always spent most of our days in the store, she created a space where we do all our cooking. We drove for two minutes, no one wanted to initiate the conversation. Mr. Jack asked "where is your house? let me drop you. After today I don't want to ever see you again." Hearing this I was happy, finally, I will be free from his terror. Mr. Jack brags a lot, but at the same time, he always keeps to his promise. His only problem is against women, he can't do without tipping them off with aphrodisiacs before having pleasure with them. He loves to play the victim role.

in here?" she asked, looking at the laundry basket. Her voice was soft and groggy. Jack cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. "Oh, I was just looking around, I don't know if that's okay by you." He said, trying to hide the terror in his voice. "I didn't mean to wake you up." "I don't want you in here." She deadpanned, her voice suddenly gaining so strange strength. "I am too embarrassed." She added with a childlike giggle, pulling him towards the door, "The washerman comes in once every weekend to do my laundry, but he's not been coming for a while now, you see.." She yawned thrice, pulling him towards the hallway. "I thought I locked that door. How did you get in?" She paused to ask,