Jack The Clown Creepypasta นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Forget everything I said before. THIS is the real gossip.” I stared at him tiredly. “Why are you like this?” Chloe groaned. “Kyle, go away.” “Absolutely not.” He walked in fast, already unlocking his phone. “You people are not understanding the madness currently happening on campus.” He shoved the screen toward us dramatically. The school blog was open, and a live video was playing. Jack. The caption at the top read: **Freshman spilled pasta on Jack Pierce.** Another line underneath: **Jack scared this poor freshman into early graduation.**

Finally, he said, “Listen, Cadence, I’ve been having some really bad nightmares. And maybe it’s because everything that happened that night was so unusual, or maybe I’m losing my mind, but I don’t think Drew really fell down a cliff and cut her neck on a rock.” Cadence was stunned. She took a moment to collect her thoughts. She turned to her “old reliable” question and asked, “Can you tell me more about that?” Again, Jack hesitated. It was almost as if he thought someone was spying on them, and if they found out he suspected someone had altered their memories of what happened, they would find him, drag him away, and no one would ever hear from him again. “Well, you see, Cadence, every night

’ roaming on his desk freely. No matter how cute that little creature was, still he knew how much his lord disgusted the Chinchillas because of past incident. Judging by the look over his face, he knew immediately that his lord was furious… furious to the extent that he was ready to kill. His red lavatic eyes were radiating death and reminding himself that he was the only one who told Luna ( Scarlet) about his lord being disgusted with Rats that to especially with Chinchillas, he had dug out his own grave. ‘ Shit !! What have you done Luna?? Have I ever treated you badly ?? Why did you do this to me?’ pleaded Jack with his pathetic and puppy eyes to Scarlet who was also feeling bad for Jack.

After few minutes, he fell asleep. It was one o' clock, Jack got up from his sleep. There was long hairs on his whole body, strange patches appeared here and there, fully fur sprouted from every inch of his body. Large, hairy, dangerously clawed hands, a slimy and dog saliva-like substance was oozing out along with blood from his snapping joints. He came near the window, looked at moon and started howling loudly. He started scratching the door to open it. But it was locked from the outside. He screamed, started throwing the things here and there inside his room. " Good morning Jack, get up dear. It's time for the breakfast." Jack's mom said.

“If you disobey me in any way, I will punish you. Strong, Amy. And trust me, it won't be a bed. But I guarantee it will hurt a lot. Understood? Amy's fear began to rise again, and she, still held by the man's chin, answered quietly: - Yes, Jack. I understood you. Satisfied with the girl's response, he let go of her and walked away to calm down and assume his normal, ordinary appearance. Jack took several deep breaths and closed his eyes. Its long claws began to retract, breathing deeper. And after a few minutes, he opened his eyes, which were now normal, without any glow. Glancing again at the girl who was sitting quietly on the bed and watching him carefully, Jack headed towards the exit. B

Joker looks at her like she has kicked his puppy, and she rolls her eyes. "You get five minutes. Then you have to let him out." Queenie states while speaking in low tones so Jack would be unaware of her part before she leaves the room, back to the conspiracy theory room. After watching Joker torment our resident Jack-in-the-box for five minutes, dropping, rolling, and twisting Jack from within. Soon as the five minutes are up, Joker fulfills Queenie's wishes and pops open the side of the crate. Jack stands swaying left to right, disorientated from his time in the box. He swings haymakers at Joker while Joker laughs while dodging his punches.

“ Do I look like an animal that would do that everywhere ?! “ said Jack with his pride hurt . “ Can’t say ! Usually it’s your style . “ said Massimo . “ Ahhh……Man , you really……:Whatever ! I would have preferred more if my dad caught me making out with a girl than the new project and other datas being stole , that would be much better . “ said Jack . “ What did you say ? “ said Massimo confused . “ That spy succeeded again . She has taken all the files from the computer . Those files obtain the trading places of the Gomez company . My father said I gave her liberty because I flirted with her . She was just too hot and beautiful . “ said Jack desperate . “ You really should learn how to contr

The cocky ass replied. “Well, dipshit I would really not like to find out who else is hiding away in this fucked up house. You know this place is said to be fucking haunted.” Jackass said. “You seriously going to believe in all that Hocus Pocus?” “Come on dude let's just grab the bitches and get the fuck out of here.” The jackass said as I heard the loud clunk of the lock that Ian used for the show. And just as the sound of the lock hitting the floor hit so did the loud steps of the men coming down the stairs.

I’d only ever seen it in p**n videos. “I’m going to devour this drenched pussy of yours,” he growled, his finger teasing my clit. “Only Jack tasted you the last time. He said you taste so fucking good, and ever since then, I’ve been craving to have my face buried in there too. You want that too, right? Me licking off this creamy mess seeping out of you.” I moaned, despite myself. “No.” The word came out weak. Unconvincing. “We could get caught—”

"I remember one time, I tried to help Jack back to his room after he got wasted. He snapped my arm like a twig." "Same here. Everyone says drunk Jack turns into the Grim Reaper. Get too close to him, and you're done for. I was young and stupid enough to test it once. I got him completely hammered just to see what would happen. I ended up with fractures all over my body and spent two months in the hospital." "The doctor said Jack has this insane self-defense reflex. When he's drunk, he doesn't trust anyone, so he attacks whoever comes near him. What makes this girl so special that she's the first person he actually trusts when he's wasted?"