Jack The Clown Creepypasta 소설 & 이야기

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.

Calhoun's POV I see several other dead bodies but I don't even fidget at the sight because I have a strong stomach. It took me less than five minutes to know Kristen isn't here. It feels so sickening to know that Jack keeps the dead bodies of the females he has killed, and lets them rot here. It's such a disgusting thing for a person to do. But then Jack isn't sane. That's why he's called the Rogue Psycho. Cursing deeply under my breath, I leave the room and carry on walking until I see another door.

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!”

"Not only do I want to poison you, I also want your legs to break at the hips, and your flesh to fester and ooze pus. I want you to be a cripple, bedridden for the rest of your life." Jackie's expression changed dramatically upon hearing that. "What kind of nonsense are you saying…" He was about to yell at me when suddenly, a crisp snap was heard. His legs bent backward at an extremely bizarre angle. "AAH!!!" He let out an extremely tragic scream and crashed heavily to the floor.

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.