Jack The Clown Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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But she deserves an explanation. Jack heaved himself up off the bed and headed down the hallway. He tapped lightly on Lila’s door and then opened it. “Oh, my God! I’m sorry,” he said quickly, his face flushing red. He slammed the door, trying to block what he’d seen from his mind. Lila was lying on the bed wearing nothing but panties. Her hand was thrust inside them, and she was masturbating. He felt a throbbing sensation inside his boxers – the exact situation he’d been trying to avoid a few minutes earlier.

What a clown did I make myself? “Do I fucking owe you anything?! I’m here as a fucking courtesy! What gave you the courage to play me like this?” I grab his collar and push him against the wall, “Let me make it clear, my help to Ava, AND your business, is out of my kindness. It’s not something you can exploit with such arrogance!” Jack Fuller blurts with utter fear, his face pale with blood draining from it: “I-I’m sorry!”

she murmured, her words slightly slurred. There was the sound of a zip being pulled and suddenly Clara's dress became loose. Jack slipped it off her shoulders and peeled it down to her waist, revealing that his pretty little wife was wearing a black half cup bra. Jack said, "What do you think everyone, has she got nice little tits? Want to see them?" Clara's face was expressionless, and Jack said "Smile, Clara." She managed a half smile while Jack was telling her, "Everyone wants to see your tits, Clara. Take off your bra."

Jack collapses to the floor. “Nah, Just tired bro,” he says. I can understand what he means. The whole tryst with the blood-sucker seems to have drained out all energy from us. It is never pleasant when anyone comes in contact with dark magic and the effect seems to be taking its toll on us. “Fuck of all the people you could have chosen to be your mate, you had to choose the human girl who invited a pisach to your first encounter?” Jack teases me.

Jake began to feel an eerie compulsion as his entire body froze with his eyes moving up the sketch to find the woman's eyes which to his surprise, had not been that visible about four seconds ago. Her head was slightly bent downwards, giving her eyes a darker appearance as Jake watched them slowly begin to glow in a pale orange color. He thought he heard voices. Soft whispers, drawing him closer and closer to the page as he found himself unable to withdraw from the woman's glare... "Hey! You're going to the party, right?" Jake felt his senses suddenly rush back into him as he snapped out of the trance before turning to his friends. "What...?" "The party. Pumpkin People!" Matt rephrased, refe

“I scratched a million-dollar ticket here, and they’re trying to snatch my ticket by claiming I never paid for it. “Their shop attendant broke the rules by letting me scratch before paying. Now, they want me, the customer, to take the loss. On top of that, people have been reporting this shop for stealing winning tickets for years. Please investigate all of it.” Seeing me lay out all of their shop’s dirty secrets in one breath, the two of them panicked. Chloe raised her hand and charged at me. “You trash! How dare you run your mouth like that? I’ll rip your lips off!” I grabbed Chloe’s wrist and slapped her across the face. “Keep talking nonsense, and I’ll be the one ripping your lips off. J

he says, "Completely out of the realm of medicine - right, smack dab, in the magical." "Fellow werewolf here, though," I say, holding up my hand and breaking into a smile. "The supernatural isn't exactly out of the left field, but when you present it like some mysterious miracle, it sounds -" "Delusional?" Jack winces at his own foolishness, pink coloring his cheeks. "More like my creepo-meter was sounding off," I say, putting my hand on my hip and raising my eyebrow in mock sternness. He groans and places his hand above his eyes, embarrassment pouring out from every pore. "Geeze, yeah. I get that now."

Cold sweat trickled down my spine, the rumbling vibration ping from my phone coursing through my entire body in quakes. Fear slowly crippling me…I couldn’t stand upright, my eyes fluttering shut. Jack wasn’t just a sinful, sex lunatic…he was a diabolical monster. A cold-blooded monster. OH GOD! I cried, thudding limply to the hard floor.