Jack The Clown Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Jack returned to New York City. This time, he did not expect to meet four psychopaths. All four of them had typical antisocial personalities. Not only did they use vagrants to raise maggots, but they also used to abide by the rules at the entrance of the kindergarten, specifically targeting young girls, raping them, killing them, and dumping their bodies. However, Jack had already set up a set time card for them. He planned to let them experience the reality that evil ways can be inflicted upon them as well.

"Well, I haven't seen you guys in a while, and you found Gloria at the restaurant earlier so I thought I'd have a talk and see what insight I could give. Maybe even clue you in on what her plan is currently, It's not as bad as you would think, but it is Gloria so you've always got to be careful there. Archdemons are scary, but nothing is as scary as an angry female demon, not even you, Jack." "I know, I know," Jack said, plugging his phone into the speaker setup they had looming over the pit, playing "Monster" by Boondox, it got Jake's attention as he stood and sent Jameson on his way. He sang along to lyrics, but instead of "Monster, how should I feel?" he sang "Meister, how shall I fear?"

Wait, don't tell me you're supporting this psycho," and he was waiting for her response. "What? Me psycho?? I know I've been a pain in the neck, but are you aware of my other side? " Why do you ask? "What? " "I'm a zombie and I eat brains. Now let me start with you." Sapphire immediately stood up, but Jack was quicker. He left the dining room with chicken in his hand, while Sapphire followed him. . . . ….

But right now, Goldie feels so excited by the handsome Jack Horner licking his chest that he wants to be bad. The big capo stands up straight and licks his lips. Goldie Lockhart grabs the silver can from the counter. "I want a taste too," Goldie Lockhart says, and he sprays a huge white cloud of cream right onto the front of Jack's dark pants, right over the big shape between his legs. He drops the can, gets down on his knees on the floor, and licks it off fast. Jack Horner stands there with his hands on his sides and watches the young man use his tongue to clean the dark cloth. The big shape under the pants gets much bigger and harder while Goldie does it.

…you can guess who it's exactly obviously Douche! "Where's Meg? Jack finally closes the door holding a massive taco in his hands 'not that I am petty or anything but Meg didn't pay for that.' He approaches me, munching it. In his eyes, there's so kind of emotion, one that I so loathed… The same kind I saw in Jeff's eyes. My eyes go straight down to his trousers and I see something budging out, 'his boner' is protruding out of his white trousers. " Why so scared Krystal... It doesn't bite!"

Jack crawled to a standing position, his clothes torn and ratty, his body bruised from the hellfire. His icy stare narrowed in on Demetria and then Jane. "There is the mutt that started all of my problems. The one that took my pendant. You think I'm scared because you're a hybrid." Jane snarled. Jack grinned. "You're going to regret the day your dad ever screwed your mother, mutt." He took a few steps, bracing his arms at the array of creatures ready to kill him, and whispered under his breath. Demetria felt the earth cracking beneath

“Security cam. Let’s see just what happened there.” They moved to the office on the other side of the blue door and Billy took control of the computer. Moving the footage back thirty minutes, he pushed play and the three of them watched in awe. On the screen, Jack Writeman began to writhe and scream. The werewolves entered the warehouse floor and approached the bed. Once they drew near, Jack’s mouth opened with fangs out and a glowing mist was pulled from the two werewolves and into Jack. The wolves fell dead and Jack broke his restraints as if they were made of peanut brittle. The holy water boobytrap released and spilled over Jack, but it had no effect. The vampire stood and walked out of

After saying that, I threw the ruined watch into the trash can and turned to leave. That night, Macy called me countless times, but I cut straight to the chase and broke up with her. When all her sweet-talking failed to change my mind, she finally snapped and threw a bitter warning at me, telling me I'd live to regret this. The next morning, I had barely sat down at my desk when a local trending video popped up as a notification on my phone. On screen, Owen was smiling triumphantly at the camera. "Hey everyone! Today, a total corporate newbie like me just dealt a crushing blow to an entitled workplace slacker who tried to embezzle public funds!

You can play however you want Vanilla he will have the last laugh thought Jack. “Today is my birthday, you shouldn’t do anything to me” said Val hurriedly. She should use her trump card now otherwise this monster will squeeze her dry. Jack closed his eyes and sighed after hearing her words. “Just stay home without teasing me baby please” pleaded Jack. She really wrapped him around her fingers. “Fine, fine, I just wanted to show you your present. Who knows you will turn into a monster with just a blurry picture?” said Val rolling her eyes.

Too dehydrated to produce tears. "I brought you a present." Something had hit the floor near my feet with a wet thud. The smell hit me immediately. Decay. Death. Something that had been rotting for days. "It's a rat," Jack had explained cheerfully. "Found it dead in the garden. Thought you might be lonely." I'd screamed then. Screamed until my throat was raw and bleeding. Scrambled as far from the corpse as possible in the tiny space. "Stop crying or I'll bring more friends to keep you company," Jack had threatened.