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?"

Long, raised, angry-red, it looked like a stab wound; just what did Jack do that brought him into contact with people who wanted to cut his throat? He looked up at her now, saw the intense look on her face. He smiled, drank some green tea. “Ask, honey,” he said gently. “I know you’re dying to.” Abashed at having been caught out, Claire dropped her eyes. “I’m – I’m sorry. That was incredibly rude of me. You don’t have to tell me anything, Jack. Really.” “But I want to,” he said. “So ask anything you want to know.” “Uh, well.” She blinked. “You told me over lunch that you’re a freelance copy-editor.”

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.

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.

Jack said Jonah’s name realizing she wasn't there. Seeing Claire like that he forgot about everything else. He looked around the room. His eyes landing on the dead girl across the way. A piece of paper laid across her body. Jack rubbed Claire’s shoulder before crossing across the room and going to it. He picked it up slowly in his hand. It was folded over once. He under the paper and in chicken scratch wrote: Jack, sorry about your girl. We would have had great fun with her. It’s a shame. Now meet us at Raven’s peak. If you want your friend alive, bring double what we normally ask. The longer you take the longer he’s stuck with us.

Jack walked up to his desk and immediately turned on his computer. After entering his password and fingerprint, the computer did not start up as usual, but instead went black. He furrowed his brows, feeling a sense of foreboding. Just as he was about to shut down and restart the computer, several animated characters suddenly appeared on the screen. Richard sometimes watched cartoons, and Jack had seen them occasionally when he visited his old home. He recognized the characters as Peppa Pig and her family.