Jack The Clown Creepypasta 소설 & 이야기

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.

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.”

Squeak. The sound of oversized rubber shoes walking on linoleum. And then, a giggle. "Welcome to the show, boys and girls!" a voice echoed, distorted and manic. "Tickets, please!" From the shadows, a red balloon floated towards them. On it, written in what looked like fresh blood, was a smiley face. Ben whimpered. "I really hate clowns." Jack cracked his neck. The Curse in his arm was throbbing, eager. "Let's see if he laughs when I shove that balloon down his throat," Jack growled. He stepped into the dark.

Jack asked me. " Well a few months ago Knuckles wanted me to find his movie business." I said. " Movie business? wat movie business?" Jack asked me. " It's a porn production, any ways he was interviewing people and he introduced me to some guy, that man has a python between his legs, the biggest d*k I have ever seen, I think it's safe to say that Berner might have lost his virginity." I said. " No he didn't!" Jack said. " Yes he did, I am sure that he can't even sit down let alone walk." I said.

The day before the start of a new semester, Gianna Sutton, my online girlfriend, tells me she lost me to her best friend in a dice game. I haven't even figured out what's going on when she suddenly adds me to the group chat with more than a hundred people. I notice the newly made announcement pinned to the top. "Congratulations to Natalia, our campus belle, for winning herself a 220-pound boyfriend!" Just then, someone posts a photo of me from high school. I am wearing an oversized uniform in the photo, my stomach pushing against the desk before me. I am so overweight that my eyes are barely visible. Those in the group chat immediately go wild. "That thing can't be human! It's clearly a

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.

"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.