Jack The Clown Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Somewhere a compressor coughed and settled. Sonja leaned into the cold glow of a jar and stared at a rat with two skulls fused along the temple. Her voice came out near a whisper, as if the room might correct her. “This place is wrong.” Will worked a fridge, breath ghosting on the gasket, and pulled rows of colour-coded phials that clinked gently in their rack. He held one up: green cap, label neat and minimal. “Supernatural.” Jack slid a red folder off a terminal, cracked it with his thumb. Touch. Hearing. Smell. Taste. Sight. — SUPERNATURAL. The headings stacked like a threat. He didn’t read the rest; he didn’t need to understand it to hate it.

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

I rolled over with a groan of my own, because the bedspread smelled exactly like I’d thought it would: cocaine, human excretions, and a tinge of mildew. Enhanced senses truly weren’t all humans cracked them up to be. I blinked and found Jack staring down at me, mouth hanging open and honestly quite impressive fangs on full display. “If you break the phone, we can’t call him.” I cleared my throat. “Presuming you want to, of course. We could simply drop it in the toilet, forget all about this nonsense, and go for another martini.” Fuck. Had that sounded like a come-on? “I could go for another martini,” I clarified quickly. “Alone. While you went back to Idaho. Obviously.”

Breaking free of the police officers' hold, he threw himself toward the gurney where my corpse lay and tried to stuff the mouthpiece on the cylinder through my tightly shut lips. "Take a breath… Please, just take a breath… April Fools' Day is over… I won't play a prank on you ever again… Please just open your eyes, even if it's to curse at me…" Nevertheless, my corpse lay there quietly, stiff and cold. Rigor mortis had caused my lips to pull up slightly, making it look like I was smiling, like I was mocking him. My spirit floated above him as I gazed down at everything happening. I watched as he hugged my body and bawled like a baby, watched as his tears splashed against my swollen face.

"Why don't you tell me. From the very first time you came into my dreams, were you sincerely begging me to come back and live with you? Or begging me to come back and lie down on an operating table to have my organs harvested?" He froze. I smiled and went on. "You want me back, not to reconcile, but to send me to my death." "What a shame that the one cast out now, friendless and forsaken, is you." Hearing this, Jack's face went utterly white. So all along, his scheme had been seen through by me from the start. Every one of his pleas was now nothing but a joke. Suddenly, a figure came stumbling into the building and ran straight toward us. Jack was dumbstruck again, his voice trembling.

"You lying piece of shit! Here's what actually happened. You have to listen to my side. After Maddy's death, I tried to reach the police but before I could talk to them, I was drugged and abducted. When I opened my eyes, I found myself here. A man in a black mask visited to drop in food and then left. Jack appeared two days later and forced me to send threating messages to Ken, blackmailing him with the truth of him being a drug addict. I had no choice but to do as I was told because I didn't want to die." Jack laughed and then clapped, "Nice story. If you uploaded that online, say on W*****d; I'm sure it'll get a million hits, probably win a Wattys, and maybe even get a Netflix series made

"I'm chasing out the monsters in the basement. What do you think I'm doing?" "I can't tell if that is sarcasm or not, but get out of there. Why don't you have someone with you or back up or whatever?" "Jack never goes out with a team," Ellie said quietly. "He doesn't play nice with others." Jack kept walking forward. The webs of crystal became long thick ropes draped from the ceiling to the walls. He followed a neat pathway cut through the middle of them. Ahead in the darkness, a piece of metal glinted off his fireball. Jack crept further into the web to investigate.

I turned back to confirm and I was right, surprisingly he knocked today, the normal Jack don't knock. " Hey! Your baby girl isn't in your room today? " Jack asked sitting on the couch, while looking round the room for any sign of Clara. I refused to answer his question and continued with what I was doing. " How was the outing? Did you guys do anything fun? Did you finally ask her out?" Suddenly I heard a far distance cough, it was from Clara, she just got out of the bathroom. I looked at Jack in scary way and he quickly removed his eyes from mine, fixing it on Clara who was walking towards him. Jack suddenly stood up to greet Clara, they were both smiling at each other which was disgusting

His hip jerked harder, hitting the back of my throat, and releasing his hot cum in my mouth. They dribbled down my chin, and without hesitation, Jack's hand wrapped around my neck, and his hot tongue licked his release off me. "Oh, fuck." I choked, and he smirked and placed a kiss on my lips. He rolled us over, with him on top of me. I could feel his length hardening against my thigh. "I want to feel your tight cunt around my dick, Amanda," Jack whispered in my ear, his thumb moving my pant to the side and his cock at my entrance.

A reassertion of reality. The fake Katherine flickered. For a microsecond, her perfect human disguise failed, revealing the writhing, silver geometric mass beneath. "Gotcha," Jack grinned. He lunged, grabbing the flickering entity by the throat. He didn't try to crush it. He tried to audit it. Where is your funding coming from? Jack demanded mentally, pushing his debt-sight into the creature's core. The creature shrieked—a sound like dialing-up modems from hell.