Like Jeff the Killer or the Rake, the clown known as Laughing Jack emerged as one of the most popular Creepypasta characters and Internet memes. Dressed in a black and white clown outfit, with long scraggly hair and elongated arms that drag along the floor, Laughing Jack approaches his victims to the sound of an off-key "Pop Goes the Weasel." In some tales, he owns haunted carnival that appears normal by day only to be revealed as a nightmare when the sun sets. Only when the sun disappears does Jack reveal the torture chamber in his big top, where he rips the nails off of children and toys with their intestines.
These Creepypastas can get real, as evidenced by the case of a 12-year-old girl in Elkhart, Indiana. She stabbed her stepmother to death, then set their apartment on fire, later claiming that Laughing Jack told her to do so. Though the scary stories here are fiction, they should be read with all of your lights on - because who really knows. Do you hear something?
Laughing Jack Gives Away Lots Of Candy
As written by Snuffbomb:
It was a nice summer day. My five-year-old son James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. James has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog, Fido, when I heard what sounded like James talking to someone in the backyard. I’m not sure who it was he could be talking to; could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom it’s hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him.
When I went into the backyard I was a bit confused, because James was the only person back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice. “James! It’s time to come inside,” I called out to him.
He came inside and sat down at the kitchen table. It was about lunchtime so I decided to make him a turkey sandwich. “James, who were you talking to out there?” I asked. James looked up for a moment, “I was playing with my new friend,” he said smiling. I poured him some milk and continued to pry, as any good mother would. “Does your friend have a name? Why didn’t you ask him to have lunch with us?” I asked. James stared at me for a moment before replying, “His name is Laughing Jack.”
I was a bit taken back by what he had said. “Oh? That’s a strange name. What does your friend look like?” I asked a bit confused. “He’s a clown. He has long hair and a big swirly cone nose. He’s got long arms and baggy pants, with stripy socks, and he always smiles.” I realized my son was talking about an imaginary friend. I suppose it is normal for kids his age to have imaginary friends, especially when he has no real kids to play with. It’s probably just a phase.
The rest of the day went by as per usual, and it was starting to get late so I put James to bed. I tucked him in, gave him a kiss, and made sure to turn on his nightlight before I closed the door. I was pretty tired myself so I decided to go to bed not long after. I had an awful nightmare…
It was dark. I was in some kind of rundown amusement park. I was scared, running through an endless field of empty tents, broken down rides, and abandoned game huts. The whole place had a horrible look to it. Everything was black and white, the prize stuffed animals all hung from nooses in the game huts, all with sick grins stitched on their faces. It felt like the whole park was looking at me, even though there wasn’t another living thing in sight. Then suddenly, I began to hear music play. The sounds of Pop Goes the Weasel being played on a squeezebox echoed through the park; it was hypnotizing. I followed its tune to the circus tent almost in a trance, unable to stop my legs from moving forward. It was pitch black, the only light came from a single spotlight shining on the center of the big top. As I walked toward the light the music slowed down, I found myself singing along unable to stop.
“All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel
The monkey though twas all in fun…”
The music stopped right before its climax, and suddenly the lights shot on. The intensity of the lights was practically blinding, all I could see was a small dark silhouette shuffle towards me. Then another one appeared, and another, and another. There were dozens of them, all coming toward me. I couldn’t move, my legs were frozen, all I could do was watch as the haunting figures drew nearer. As they got closer I could see… THEY WERE CHILDREN! As I looked at each one I noticed they were all horribly disfigured and mutilated. Some had cuts all over their body, others were severely burnt, and others were missing limbs, even eyes! The children enveloped me, clawing at my flesh, dragging me to the ground, and tearing inside me. As the children tore me apart and I faded away, all I could hear was laughter, horrible, awful, evil, laughter.
I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat. After taking a few deep breaths I looked over and saw that a few of James’ action figures were positioned facing me on top of my nightstand. I sighed. James had probably woken up early and put these here. I gathered up the toys and made my way to James’ room, however when I opened the door James was sound asleep. I just shrugged and placed the toys back into his toy box, and headed out to the living room. A little while later James woke up and I made him his breakfast. He was quiet and seemed a bit groggy, so perhaps he didn’t sleep well either. I decided to ask him about the toys, “James honey, did you put the toys in mommy’s room this morning?” His eyes shot up at me for a moment then quickly glanced back down at his cereal. “Laughing Jack did it.” I rolled my eyes and responded, “Well you tell ‘Laughing Jack’ to keep the toys in your room.” James nodded and finished up his breakfast, then decided to go play out in the back yard.
I went to relax in the living room and I must have dozed off, because I woke up a couple hours later. “Sh*t! I need to check on James.” I was a bit worried, as it had been over two hours and I haven’t checked on him. I went stepped out into the backyard, but James wasn’t there anymore. I was getting nervous so I called out to him, “JAMES! JAMES WHERE ARE YOU?!” Just then I heard a giggle come from the front yard. I rushed through the gate around to the front of the house.
James was sitting on the sidewalk. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to him. “James how many times have I told you to stay in the backya… James, what are you eating?” James looked up at me then reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand full of hard candies in all colors. This made me very nervous. “James, who gave you that candy?” James just stared at me not speaking. “JAMES! Please, tell mommy where you got that candy.” James hung his head down and said “Laughing Jack gave it to me.”
My heart sunk, and I kneeled down to look him in the eye. “ James I’ve had had enough of this damn Laughing Jack thing, HE IS NOT REAL! Now this is a very serious situation and I need to know who gave you the candy!” I could see my son’s eyes tear up, “But mama, Laughing Jack DID give me the candy.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, James has never lied to me but what he’s telling me is impossible. I make him spit out the candy and I throw the rest away. James appears to be fine. Maybe I’m just overreacting; after all he could have gotten it from Tom and Linda from next door, or Mr. Walker down the street. Either way I’m going to have to keep a closer eye on James. That night I put James to bed as usual, and decided to go to bed early myself.
Suddenly I was woken up by a loud bang coming from the kitchen. I sprung out of bed and hurried down the stairs. When I got to the kitchen I was horrified. Every thing on the counters had been thrown on the floor, and our dog Fido hung dead from the light fixture. His stomach was cut open and stuffed with candy, the same type that James was eating earlier that day. My shock was quickly broken by a sharp scream coming from James’ room followed by loud crashes. I quickly grabbed a knife from the drawer and moved up the stairs with the speed that only a mother whose child is in danger could have. I burst through the door and flicked on the lights. Everything in the room was knocked over and tossed on the floor, my poor son in his bed crying and shaking with fear, a pool of urine staining the sheets. I scooped my child up and ran out of the house and went next door to Tom and Linda’s house. Luckily they were still awake. They let me use their phone and I called the police. It didn’t take them long to arrive, and I explained what had happened, they looked at me as if I were crazy. They searched the house, but all they found was a dead dog and two trashed rooms. The officer told me that someone had probably gotten into the house and done this right before making a quick escape when they heard me coming up the stairs. I knew it wasn’t true. All the doors were locked and none of the windows were open, whatever was in my house didn’t come from outside.
The next day James stayed inside, I didn’t want him to leave my sight. I went into the garage and found his old baby monitor and set it up in his room. If anything comes into his room tonight, I was going to be able to hear it. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the largest knife from the drawer and put it on my nightstand. Imaginary friend or not, I’m not letting anything hurt my little boy.
Soon enough night came and I put James to bed. He was afraid, but I promised him that I wasn’t going to let anything happen to him. I tucked him in, gave him a kiss, and turned on the nightlight. Before closing the door I whispered to him “Goodnight James, I love you.”
I tried to stay up as long as I could, but after a few hours I felt myself drifting off. My baby would be safe for the night and I needed to sleep. Just as I lay my head on the pillow I heard a soft noise come form the baby monitor I had put on my nightstand. At first it sounded like interference, like the kind a radio would make. Then it turned into a soft moan. Was James asleep? Then I heard it, the laugh from my nightmare, that horrible laugh. I sprung up from bed and grabbed the knife from under my pillow. I rushed over to James’ room and creaked the door open. I tried the light switch but it wouldn’t come on. I took a step in and I could feel the warm thick liquid on my feet. Suddenly James’ nightlight came on and I could see the absolute horror laid out in front of me.
James’ body was nailed up on the wall, the nails piercing through his hands and feet. His chest was cut wide open and his organs hung down to the floor. His eyes and tongue had been removed along with most of his teeth. I was disgusted, I could hardly believe this was my baby boy. Then I heard it again, the soft desperate moan. JAMES WAS STILL ALIVE! My baby, my poor baby, in so much pain barely clinging to life. I ran across the room and vomited on the floor, but my sickness was interrupted by a horrible cackle coming from behind me.
I spun around while still wiping bile from my mouth, when out of the shadows emerged the fiend responsible for all this horror, Laughing Jack. His ghost white skin and matted black hair hung down to his shoulders. He had piercing white eyes surrounded by dark black rings. His twisted smile revealed a row of sharp jagged teeth, and his skin didn’t look like skin at all, it almost looked like rubber or plastic. He wore a patchy, black and white clown outfit with striped sleeved and socks. His body itself was grotesque, his long arms hanging down past his waist and the way he was poised made him look almost boneless, like a ragdoll. He let out a sickening laugh as if to let me know he was pleased with my reaction to his ‘work’. He then turned around slowly in front of James and began to laugh even more at the horrific sight he has laid out. That was enough to shake me from my terror, I snapped, “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” I rushed at the monster raising the knife above my head, and stabbed down at him, but as soon as the knife touched him he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. The knife passed right through and pierced James’ still beating heart, splashing the warm blood on my face….
No… what have I done? My baby, I killed my baby! I immediately fell to my knees, and I could hear sirens in the distance growing louder… My boy, my sweet baby boy… I promised mommy would protect you… But I failed… I’m sorry James… I’m so sorry…
Police soon arrived to find me in front of my son, still wielding the knife covered in my baby’s blood. The trial was short, insanity. I was placed in the Phiropoulos House for the Criminally Insane, where I have been for the past two months. It's not so bad here, the only reason I’m awake now is because someone is playing 'Pop Goes the Weasel' outside my window… I’ll talk to the orderlies about it in the morning…
Laughing Jack's Carnival
This one is by Bellathekiller:
It was a beautiful, hot, and sunny day in the middle of April. Samantha and Amanda were trying to find something to do to celebrate that they passed finals. Samantha went outside to check the mail, her curly auburn hair glistening in the sunlight. As she flipped through the mail, she saw a letter from an unknown person.“Hmm.. that’s odd," Samantha thought to herself, she opened the letter and saw that there were two tickets for Laughing Jack’s Carnival with a note that read,“Enjoy."
Samantha’s green eyes lit up and she ran inside excited about the tickets. She saw Amanda sitting in the living room looking at a magazine. “Amanda ! I think I found something for us to do!” she exclaimed with excitement. Amanda looked up at her and asked, “What did you find?” “A carnival!” Samantha said excitedly Amanda looked at Samantha with excited eyes. “Really?!”
Samantha showed Amanda the tickets and the note; to their surprise there were directions on the back of the note on how to get to the mysterious carnival. They got dressed and went on their way to the carnival. Amanda, sitting in the passenger seat, stuck her head out the window letting her long strawberry blond hair flow in the wind. Her deep sky blue eyes sparkled and glittered in the sunlight as she sniffed the fresh country air.
Samantha looked at Amanda. “Are you sure that we’re going the right way?” Samantha said glancing at Amanda. “Yeah we’re going the right way,” she said while looking at the map. “We should be there soon, we turn off on a road named Elm.” They found the street and turned onto it . Finally they reached the carnival. As they walked up to the front gate, the sign read, “LAUGHING JACK’S CARNIVAL IT’S SO FUN YOU’LL NEVER WANT TO LEAVE!”
Amanda got out of the car immediately and they gave the ticket master their tickets. As they both ran inside they were overwhelmed with the smell of carnival treats and music. People were everywhere playing carnival games, riding on rides, and eating cotton candy. Samantha wasted no time in dragging Amanda to a ride called the monkey cages. They were giant cages that could seat four people two people on each side of the cage and spun in circles. Samantha and Amanda sat on one side of the cage and a young boy on the other after five minutes of screaming in joy the ride was over and they went on to another ride.
After a while it started to get dark. There was a firework show going on at ten and it was supposed to last two hours, so they chatted with civilians and rode more rides for the next couple hours. They saw a strange clown in the distance; he had long black hair a black and white cone shaped nose and he was wearing a black and white long sleeved shirt, suspenders, black and white thigh high socks, black shoes and a black and white feathered boa. They looked at each other for a minute. Finally Samantha said something to Amanda. “That clown is creepy,” she whispered , hoping that he didn’t hear her. “Yeah," Amanda said, “let's not let it get to us. Let's just enjoy the time we have left before we have to get home.”
“Yeah we should. It's closing after the fireworks show, and we have two hours to do whatever we want before it starts,” said Samantha. They went on their way playing games, riding every ride, and trying new foods. Even though they were having fun, they had the sensation that they were being watched and kept seeing that clown everywhere.
Soon they became paranoid and decided that they would leave the carnival as soon all the fireworks were over. Finally it was time, they ran to get the best seats, After about fifteen minutes everyone was seated and ready for the show, there was a poof of smoke and the clown appeared and said,“Let the show began!” He lifted both of his arms up in the air and then suddenly brought them down, resulting in a flash of colorful sparks of light and a loud booming sound. The fireworks were amazing, but all of a sudden you could hear screaming above all the booming. Samantha looked around to try to find the source of all the screaming: it was a little girl. She was screaming for her mother and for someone to help her. Samantha saw the clown come up behind her and grab her then pull her away from everyone, no one acknowledged that the little girl had just been screaming for help. Samantha grabbed Amanda and pulled her away to follow the clown, and suddenly the fireworks stopped. Amanda screamed in fear, Samantha turned to face Amanda when she saw that everyone was gone.
There was no trace that anyone had been there. The grass was tall and mangled unlike the nice short well trimmed grass that was just there a few seconds ago. This was enough to make the girls want to run for their car.
They quietly crept through the carnival. No one was in sight and the carnival seemed much older. The rides were rusted, the buildings looked condemned, and there was busted glass everywhere. They were approaching the gate when they noticed the patrons from the carnival were blocking it, but they were different. As they inched closer they saw a horrific sight. The people were missing limbs, had no eyes, their intestines hanging out, all decomposing, and the one that stood out the most was the little girl, her jaw and eyes missing, and a long incision ran across her stomach. They both gasped as they realized she had been gutted.
Samantha and Amanda were frozen in fear, then they heard the song 'Pop Goes The Weasel' playing faintly in the distance,getting louder by the second, as it got to the climax, the clown whispered, “Pop goes the weasel” into Samantha's ear. They started running as fast as they could away from everyone. As they were running they heard the clown say, “YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE!”
They kept running and running but it seemed like they were going in circles. In the distance, they saw a building, and decided to hide inside. As they ran in they didn’t realize it was the old house of mirrors. They started to run through the seemingly endless maze. They stop running and hear familiar the sound of 'Pop Goes The Weasel.
Terrified, they began running trying to to find the way out. Samantha turned around realizing that she didn’t hear Amanda behind her anymore. Looking around, she didn’t see her reflection either. She then heard Amanda’s blood curdling scream. Samantha screamed for Amanda, hoping she would respond but everything was deathly silent. Samantha collapsed to the floor crying, at that moment she hears a sinister laugh then familiar voice.
“Samantha?”the clown says in a sing-song like tone,“come out, come out wherever you are." The music grew louder and louder as a sign of his approach. Samantha realized that he was getting closer and that she has to get out of there. She picked herself up off the ground and started to run through the maze but still the music got louder.
Finally she made it out, collapsing to the ground out of breath, sore, and unable to move. The clown stepped out in front of her. “Aw,gave up already? I was having fun,” the clown chuckled , exposing a jagged toothy grin. The clown wrapped his long claw like fingers around her throat and strangled her until she lost consciousness.
When she came to she was strapped down to a table. She looked to her right and saw her best friend Amanda gagged and strapped down to another table. Samantha managed to get the gag out of her mouth.“Who are you?!” she screamed . The clown stepped out of the darkness."Who am I ?” he said laughing. “I am Laughing Jack, the greatest clown that ever lived!” He made confetti shoot out from his hands.
“And these are my children," he said as children surrounded the tables. At that moment Samantha realized the only people that attended the carnival were children. “What are you going to do to us?” Samantha asked.“Why, I'm going to torture and kill you of course!” Jack said laughing maniacally.
Samantha and Amanda both started to cry. Jack looked annoyed by their crying and walked up to Amanda, took his long claws and jabbed them through her stomach. Amanda screamed in pain. Jack let out a sadistic laugh at her anguish, and then ripped her stomach out along with her intestines. He got a pair of pliers and pulled off all of her fingernails one-by-one. Amanda was about to pass out from pain but Jack injected her with adrenaline to keep her awake. Samantha tried to look away but the children held her head still. Jack walked over to Samantha and shoved one of Amanda's eyes in her mouth and forced her to eat it.
Amanda finally died, and Jack moved onto Samantha, sewing her mouth shut and ripping out her eyes. He then cut her stomach open and stuffed it full of hard candies. Hours passed, and finally the screams had stopped. They were dead.
Two months later...“Bro I'm so excited for the carnival," said Chris.“Me too dude,”said James as they pulled into the parking lot. Chris grabbed the tickets and and they got out of the car and walked to the gate where they were greeted by two girls.”I”ll take your tickets, boys” one said as she took the tickets from Chris. “Oh thank you, Amanda," he said as he looked at her name tag. The other girl opened the gate.“Welcome to Laughing Jack’s carnival. It’s so fun you'll never want to leave... Enjoy.” James looked at her and said,“Thanks, Samantha . See you later.”
As they walked inside the girls laughed.
The Origin Of Laughing Jack
Written by Snuffbomb:
It’s Christmas Eve in snowy 1800s London, England, and in a small house at the edge of town, there lived a lonely, seven-year-old boy named Isaac. Isaac was a sad child with not a friend to his name. While most children were spending time with their families and eagerly looking forward to opening the presents that were placed with care beneath a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, little Isaac spent this most holy of nights alone, in his cold, dusty attic room. Isaac’s parents were very poor, his mother was a strict crow of a woman who stayed at home and schooled Isaac. His father worked long hours down at the London harbour to support his family, although a large portion of his earnings went toward purchasing and consuming copious amounts of alcohol at the end of his shift. Sometimes, he would come home drunk, after being thrown out of every bar in London, and shout at his beloved wife, Isaac’s mother.
Occasionally, it would escalate to violence and he would beat her savagely, then when he was done, he’d force himself upon her in a drunken, sexual rage. As it so happens, this particular night was one of those occasions. Isaac just remained quiet, quivering beneath his soiled bed sheets until the screams and loud bangs subsided. Once poor frightened Isaac was finally able to fall asleep, he’d dream of what it would be like to have a friend to play with, so maybe he could laugh and be happy like the other children of London. Luckily for little Isaac, this Christmas Eve marked a big change, when his abysmal loneliness caught the attention of a guardian angel, who then crafted a very special gift for the sad little London boy.
As the sun rose on that Christmas morning, Isaac opened his eyes to find a strange wooden box sitting at the foot of his bed. With eyes widened in awe, he stared at the colorful, hand crafted box, wondering who had left it. He was not used to receiving gifts, especially toys. What little toys Isaac did have were ones he’d found abandoned in the street or washed up in the gutters. Isaac scooted up to the foot of his bed in front of the mysterious box and picked it up with both hands. The box was beautifully painted in colorful styles, with carvings of happy clown faces on the side. There was a tag on the box that simply read “For Isaac.” On the top of the box was an engraved text.
Isaac squinted his eyes as he sounded out the words, “L-laugh-ing-J-Jack-in-a-b-box…” he paused, “…Laughing Jack-in-a-box?” Isaac had heard of a Jack-in-a-box, but never a Laughing Jack-in-a-box. His mind spun with curiosity as he grasped the box’s metal crank. Isaac tuned the crank and the song Pop Goes The Weasel chimed in rhythm with the crank’s gyrations. As the song came to its climax, Isaac sang along with the final verse, “Pop goes the weasel,” but nothing happened. Isaac let out a sigh, “It’s broken…” He placed the box back down on the edge of the bed, and shuffled across his small dusty room to his dresser where he changed out of his soiled sleepwear and into his usual tattered clothes.
Suddenly, Isaac heard a loud rattling noise coming from the bed behind him. He spun around to witness the wooden box violently shaking. Then, without warning, the top of the box swung open and a parade of colorful smoke and confetti bellowed out. Isaac rubbed his eyes in disbelief of what he was seeing. As the smoke cleared, there stood a tall, thin, multicolored clown man, with bright red hair, a swirly, rainbow colored cone nose, and feathery shoulders that sat atop his raggedy and colorful clown outfit.
The Technicolor clown spread his arms and excitedly announced, “COME ONE, COME ALL! WHETHER BIG OR SMALL! TO SEE THE BEST CLOWN OF THEM ALL! The one, the only, LAUGHING JACK-IN-A-BOX!”
Isaac’s eyes lit up, “W-Who are you?” he asked.
The colorful carnie stepped down off the bed and with a happy grin said, “I’m glad you asked! I am Laughing Jack, your new friend FOR LIFE! I’m magical, I never get tired of playing, I’m a wiz at the accordion, and I adapt and develop with your own changing personality… In other words, whatever you like, I like!”
Isaac looked up at the mysterious clown man, “W-we’re friends?” he stuttered.
Jack looked at the boy while cocking an eyebrow, “FRIENDS? We’re BEST friends! I was specially created to be YOUR not-so-imaginary friend, Isaac.”
Isaac’s jaw dropped, “You know my name?”
Jack let out a whimsical laugh, “Of course I know your name! I know everything about you! So, now that the introductions are out of the way… How would you like to play a game of I Spy?”
Isaac grinned from ear to ear, “REALLY? We can play games? I’d LOVE to! I-… Oh…”
He paused, “I-I cant… I have to go downstairs to see mother for homeschooling and chores…” his smile faded into a look disappointment.
Jack placed his hand on Isaac’s shoulder and with a warm smile said, “It’s okay! I’ll be waiting right here for you when you get back.” Isaac’s smile returned as he looked up at his new friend. Just then, he heard his mother’s shrill voice calling him from downstairs.
“Well I gotta go! I’ll see you after I’m done, okay Jack?” He said as he headed toward the door.
Jack smiled, “Absolutely kiddo! Oh, and Isaac!”
Isaac looked back at Jack, who gave him a wink and said, “You should wear that smile more often. It suits you.”
Isaac grinned happily as he turned and walked out the door.
All day Isaac told his mother about the amazing colorful clown man who came out of a magical box that appeared on the foot of his bed. His mother, however, did not believe a word of it. Finally, he persuaded his mother to follow him up to his room so she could behold Laughing Jack for herself. They walked up the stairs and Isaac swung open the door to his room.
“See mother? He’s right he-…” Isaac paused as he scanned the room that contained neither magical dancing clown man, nor mysterious wooden box. Isaac’s mother was not amused. She gave Isaac a glare so menacing it made his knees weak and his stomach sick.
“B-but mother… he was-“ SMACK! Isaac’s mother delivered onto him a swift, hard smack across his face. His eyes began to tear up, and his lip began to quiver as he could feel himself about to break down.
“YOU STUPID INSOLENT CHILD! How DARE you lie to me about such childish idiocy! Who would want to be friends with a useless worm such as you? You shall remain in your room for the rest of the evening, and shall receive no dinner… Now what do you say you ungrateful wretch?”
Isaac managed to swallow the knot in his throat in order mutter a reply, “T-thank you m’am.” His mother glared down at him for a moment before leaving the room in disgust.
Isaac kneeled over, burying his face in the side of his bed. Streams of tears ran down his cheeks as he began to weep. “What’s wrong kiddo?” a voice called out. Isaac looked over to the edge of the bed, where Laughing Jack was now suddenly sitting beside him.
“Wh-where were you?” Isaac murmured.
Jack ran his hand through Isaac’s hair to comfort him as he softly replied, “I was hiding… I can’t let your parents see me… Otherwise they won’t let us play anymore.” Isaac wiped the tears from his eyes.
“Look kiddo, I’m sorry I had to hide, but I’ll make it up to you! Because tonight we can play games and have tons of fun!” Jack said, smiling.
Isaac looked up at his vibrant pal and silently nodded, as a little smile began to form in the corners of his mouth. That night, Laughing Jack and Isaac played so many fun games. With a wave of his hand, Jack made all of Isaac’s tin solders spring to life and march around the room. Isaac was amazed as he watched his toys move around the room on their own. Then, Laughing Jack and Isaac told each other spooky ghost stories. Isaac asked Jack if he was a ghost, but Jack explained that he was more of a cosmic entity, of sorts. At the end of the night, Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out an assortment of delicious candy. Isaac was in ecstasy when he popped the first colorful treat in his mouth, as it was his first time tasting something so sweet. Isaac had so much fun and laughed so hard that night that things seemed to be finally looking up for little Isaac… At least, until the incident that occurred three months later…
It was pleasantly warm and sunny in London that day, which was a bit of a rarity. So, with the help of a certain not-so-imaginary friend, Isaac was able to finish his chores early and was allowed to go outside and play for a bit. Things started simply enough, the duo were back behind the house playing pirates, when Isaac spotted the neighbor's cat sneaking into their garden.
“YEARGH! WE GOT AN ENEMY SPY OFF THE STARBOARD BOW!” Isaac yelled, captivated by fantasy and imagination.
“Yo ho! I’ll gets him Captain Isaac!” exclaimed first mate Jack, in his best hearty pirate accent. Laughing Jack’s arm stretched out across the garden and snatched the unsuspecting feline, who began to struggle quite vigorously.
“DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY JACKIE, OR I’LL MAKE YE WALK THE PLANK!” Isaac antagonized.
Jack’s grip on the cat tightened, and his arms grew and extended like anacondas wrapping themselves around the wily feline as it struggled for dear life. Jack’s arms just kept squeezing the animal, pressing the air out of its lungs. As the once dear house pet’s eyes began to bulge out of their sockets, there came a loud SNAP! Jack quickly released the creature from his grasp as its lifeless furry husk thudded against the ground. There was hush silence as the two observed the cat’s now twisted and mangled corpse. The silence was finally broken by an uproarious laughter… coming from Isaac…
“AHAHAHAHA Wow! I guess cats really DON’T have nine lives! AHAHAHA!” Isaac exclaimed nearly teary eyed from laughter.
Laughing Jack began to chuckle as well, “Heh heh. Yeah… But won’t you get in trouble if your mother finds your neighbor’s cat dead in her garden?” Isaac’s laughter quickly subsided.
“Oh no! You’re right! Um… I’ll just… throw it back into the neighbor’s yard?!” Isaac panicked as he grabbed a nearby shovel and scooped up the broken cat cadaver before lobbing it over the fence back into the neighbors yard. They quickly went back inside and up into Isaac’s room.
About an hour later, it came. The ear piercing squawk of Isaac’s mother shrieking his name from downstairs. Neither Jack nor Isaac said a word as he crept down the stairs alone to face whatever horrible fate was coming to him. Jack could hear much yelling from downstairs but couldn’t make out what was being said. After about thirty minutes, a teary eyed Isaac ascended the stairs back up into the room.
“Well?” Jack asked nervously. Isaac just starred at the ground as he spoke, “I… Tried to tell her it was you who hurt the cat… She didn’t believe me… Said you weren’t real…” Jack frowned, knowing this was all his fault.
Isaac used his sleeve to wipe away his tears, “I’m being sent off to a boarding school… I’m leaving tonight… and you can’t come with me…”
Laughing Jack’s face turned to shock, “What?! I-I can’t come? Where will I go?” Isaac said nothing but pointed over at the beautiful colored box from where his friend had originated.
“Back in there? But I won’t be able to get out until…” Jack paused.
Isaac looked up as his only friend with tears streaming down his face, “Jack… I promise I’ll come back for you as soon as I can!” Jack looked at the box, then back at Isaac.
“And I’ll be right here waiting for you kido.” Jack smiled, as a single tear ran down his cheek. He walked over to the box and, with a puff of smoke, was sucked back in, unable to be free until once again opened.
That night, Isaac was sent off to boarding school. For the first time, Laughing Jack felt what it was like to be lonely. Even when trapped in his box, Jack was able to see the things going on around it, so each day, he waited for his friend to return, and each day the room grew older and dustier. Laughing Jack’s one purpose was to be Isaac’s best friend for life, and now he had to wait day after day, month after month, to reunite with his special friend. Isaac’s parents still lived in the house, but never came to the upstairs room. The only time they made their presence known was when Jack would hear them fighting. Still Jack’s life became one of solitude, loneliness, and disappointment. As years went by, Jack’s once bright vibrant colors began to fade into a monochrome blur of pitch-black void and stark white emptiness. Trapped all alone… eternal and hopeless.
Thirteen years passed until the night Isaac’s father came home particularly drunk, and got into an argument with his wife, as per usual. Things escalated to physical violence once again, however this time, she didn’t get back up. Isaac’s father had beaten his wife to a dead, bloody pulp and was sentenced to hang at the gallows the next day. With both his parents dead, this meant that the now twenty-year-old Isaac inherited the dusty old house he spent the earlier half of his childhood in. Laughing Jack was quite surprised when he heard his old friend’s footsteps walking up the stairs to the attic room for the first time in thirteen years, however it was not the reunion Jack had hoped for.
Isaac looked… different. Not only was he older, but he also seemed to posses this odd grim look on his face. No longer was he the hopeful and curious young boy Jack first met all those years ago. Jack eagerly awaited Isaac’s releasing him from the prison he had waited in for so many years, but still Jack’s box sat there, untouched and unnoticed on a shelf in the corner of the room with all the other dusty, unwanted knick-knacks. Isaac had completely forgotten about his old friend, dismissed as some sort of early childhood fabrication. Surprisingly, this made Laughing Jack feel… nothing. He was hollow, thirteen years of waiting and disappointment left the monochrome clown void of sorrow and self-pity. Jack remained in his box, colorless and without emotion.
The next day, Isaac went off to work at his job as an upholsterer, doing furniture repairs for the good people of London. Jack waited in captivity. Hours later, a drunken Isaac returned home and stumbled up the stairs to his room, but this time he had a friend with him. It was a lady friend Isaac had picked up at the bar earlier that evening. She was beautiful, with flowing blonde hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a smile that could make hearts melt. Laughing Jack’s attention was drawn to Isaac’s guest, “Who is this? A new friend? Why does Isaac need new friends? I thought I was Isaac’s only friend?” Jack thought to himself from within his hellish confinement. Isaac and his lady friend sat down on the bed and chatted about life in London. Isaac made a joke about the weather and they both laughed.
Laughing Jack hissed with envy over Isaac’s new friend. Isaac and the girl looked deeply into each other’s eyes as they leaned in for a kiss, locking lips with a passionate swirling of tongues in one another’s mouth. Jack was perplexed by this strange display of affection, for he had never seen kissing before. As the kissing grew more intense, Isaac ran his hand along the girl’s smooth thigh and up her dress, however his guest just brushed his hand away. Isaac was persistent though, and once again ran his hand along her smooth thigh and up her skirt, this time placing his hand upon her silky undergarments. The woman took great displeasure with Isaac’s sexual advancements and pushed Isaac away before delivering a hard smack across his face. Isaac’s eyes darkened as he glared at the woman, his once drunken passion turned into booze-fueled anger. The woman’s heart sped up as she saw Isaac’s face boil with rage.
“STUPID WHORE!” Isaac yelled as he smashed his fist into the girl’s face.
Laughing Jack’s eyes widened as he witnessed the long streaks of red liquid gushing from the girl’s nose, “What game is this?” he thought, his eyes a virgin to such violent sights. Isaac firmly clutched the girl’s wrist with one hand as he tore her panties off with the other.
The terrified girl tried to fight back, but Isaac was overpowering her. He roughly fondled her breasts, before savagely grabbing her hair and forcing his tongue down the sobbing young woman’s throat, who responded by chomping down as hard as she could on Isaac’s tongue. Jack watched with wide and curious eyes as his old friend released his new playmate and clutched his mouth as it filled with warm, red blood. The frightened girl fell off the bed and dropped down on the floor as she scurried toward the exit. Isaac quickly lurched forward and was able to catch his fleeing plaything by the end of her dress.
Reaching back, he wielded a lead candlestick off the nightstand beside him, and with all of his might bashed in the back of the young woman’s head, which burst open like a ripe watermelon. Thick blood splattered across the room as the girl’s body convulsed on the ground for several seconds, before going completely still. Blood was everywhere, some droplets even managed to get on Laughing Jack’s box, who was very much enjoying the show. For the first time in thirteen long years, a smile began to creep across Laughing Jack’s face, and all of a sudden a chuckle escaped his cold lips, then another, and another, until Jack was cackling and howling with laughter from inside his sealed box.
“What a wonderfully fascinating game!” Jack thought, as he watched the motionless girl’s golden blonde hair flow red with blood.
As the adrenaline began to mellow, Isaac realized he had to dispose of the body. He picked up the girl’s lifeless corpse and plopped it on the bed, he then left the room closing the door behind him and locking it before leaving the house. He returned almost a full day later and re-entered the room brining with him a metal garbage can and his bag of upholstery tools from work. He then cleared everything off the wooden desk on the wall opposite to the door, and then dragged the bed with bloody corpse into the middle of the room. This not only gave Isaac room to work, but it also gave Laughing Jack a front row seat to the whole spectacle. Jack watched with a big, unfading grin as Isaac played his new game with the soiled corpse. Once Isaac was all set up, he got to work.
First, he dumped out the contents of his big black tool bag onto the worktable behind him. An assortment of knives, hammers, pliers, and other tools was now laid out before him. His first pick was curved upholstery knife, which he used to carefully skin the body. That skin was then placed on racks to be stretched and turned into leather. Once that was put in place, Isaac then used a handsaw to saw off the arms, legs, and head, disturbing the home of several families of maggots in the process. After filling the garbage can with bleach and other vile chemicals, he submerged the limbs until the meat was stripped from the bones. Isaac fished the bones out of the soupy corpse juice and placed them on the worktable, then in the cover of night, he brought the trash can outside and dumped the rotten remains into the London sewers to be swept away into the harbour.
For the next three days, Laughing Jack watched with wonderment as the inspired Isaac crafted the once human anatomy into a grotesque armchair abomination. The femur was made into the back legs of the chair, while the tibia, with the feet still attached of course, was made into the front chair legs. A wooden frame was used for the base and backing of the chair, however the rim of the backing was crafted using the spinal column. The arm bones were used as the arms of the chair, and were fastened in place by some ribs.
The now leathery flesh was sewn onto the seat and backing of the chair, and the golden blonde hair was braided into a lining for the base. Atop this armchair from hell sat the skull that once belonged to the girl who had the golden blonde hair, the sapphire eyes, and the smile that could melt hearts. Isaac was quite pleased with his work, and Laughing Jack too was impressed by his old playmate’s profound creativity. After that night, Isaac never touched another drop of alcohol again, for he now possessed a much more macabre thirst.
In the following weeks, Isaac made several improvements to his little workshop of horrors. He removed the mattress from the bed and put a row of thick wooden planks in its place, and then he fastened arm and leg restraints to the bottom and sides. This would mean he would be able to entertain his guests for a longer period without them trying any rude escape attempts. Isaac needed only one, final thing before planning another grotesque party. He worked on it for a week straight, hand carving it out of wood.
After a coat of white paint was applied, Isaac’s creation was complete. It was a wooden mask, resembling something one would wear at a Venetian masquerade ball. It had a furrowed brow and a long, troll-like nose, and would allow him to strike fear in the hearts of his beloved guests. With his new face complete and the room transformed into a bloody murder nest, it was finally time for Isaac Lee Grossman to bring home a new playmate.
That following night, Laughing Jack watched as the masked Isaac Grossman stomped up the stairs, carrying with him a large burlap sack with his newest guest writhing within. He dumped the bag out on his torture bed, and out plopped a bound, gagged, and very frightened young boy, probably only five or six years old. Isaac quickly undid the boy’s bindings and held him down as he restrained his hands and feet to the steel bedframe. Tears streamed endlessly down the boy’s helpless little face, as Isaac laid out his tools on the workbench. Isaac returned wielding a pair of rusty pliers, and wasting no time he slid the bottom jaw of the pliers under the boy’s fingernail on his right index finger and clamped it tightly. The child’s eyes quivered as he began muttering through his gag, begging Isaac to let him go. Isaac smirked as he slowly bent the pliers backward, painfully prying off the first fingernail.
The boy screamed through his gag as he writhed in agony on the wooden boards, his finger beginning to gush with blood. Isaac then moved on to the boy’s middle finger, firmly grasping the nail with the rusty pliers. Once again, he jerked the pliers back, but this time the nail only tore off half way. The boy yelped in pain as his fingers twitched and shot with blood. Clamping the half pried off nail, Isaac gave it another yank. The nail tore off, but not without taking a good deal of skin tissue with it. Even Isaac was a bit rebuffed by this painful sight, unlike the spying Laughing Jack who was cackling with joy at the disturbing action as he watched from within his old dusty box.
Isaac returned to the workbench and swapped the pliers for a large iron hammer. He then made his way to the foot of the torture bed, where with one hand he held down the boy’s left leg. He raised the hammer high above his head as the boy cried and pleaded for mercy through his dirty gag, then with all his might, Isaac slammed the hammer down on to the boy’s bare kneecap, shattering the bone into gravel with a loud CRACK! The child convulsed in pain with shrill screams muffling through the cloth gag tied tightly to his face.
As the child struggled with intense pain, Isaac placed the hammer down on the wooden bed and returned once more to the workbench where he equipped himself with a long sharp knife. Without delay he began carving the words “Useless Worm” into the child’s quivering chest. When he finished the boy was barely conscious. Isaac knelt down and whispered into the boy’s ear, “This is what happens to rotten children who make nasty faces at people…”
The child’s eyes filled with tears one final time as Isaac began to carve the skin off the boy’s face, but to Isaac’s surprise the boy still clung to life. The mutilated child just stared up at Isaac with his big round eyes, which filled Isaac’s black heart with rage and hatred.
“EVEN WITHOUT A FACE YOU’RE STILL AN UGLY LITTLE KID!!” Isaac shouted as he picked up the hammer from the foot of the bed and began to bash the poor boy’s skull in.
He smashed it over and over, until it was nothing but a bloody caved in mass of flesh, pouring with thick, red blood and oozing out chunks of brain matter. From across the room, Laughing Jack gleefully observed the grand finale, which had lived up to his expectations quite wonderfully.
Isaac’s next guest was a blind old woman whom he had invited over for some tea. It took her almost five minutes to realize the chair she was sitting on was crafted using human remains, and another six minutes to find the stairs, only to topple down them flailing and screaming like a loon. Isaac decided to end the cruel joke there with a simple ice pick through her eye socket.
After that, he brought over a little girl whom he force-fed broken glass before using her stomach as a punching bag. As the weeks went by, more and more unlucky souls met their end in Isaac Grossman’s attic, and as the mad Grossman’s personality became more dark and sadistic, Laughing Jack’s personality followed suit while he rotted within his dusty box… until one very cold December night.
The rusty nails that were holding up the shelf of forgotten knick-knacks finally gave way and the whole thing plummeted to the ground. Isaac heard the loud thud from downstairs, and decided to climb up to the attic to investigate. He walked across the blood stained wood floor of the attic, over toward the fallen shelf. Isaac brushed aside some of the trinkets that broke in the crash, when he finally came across the Jack-in-a-box from his childhood. Isaac barely recognized the old, tattered box as he picked it up and blew off some of the dust. Then, for whatever nostalgic reason, he decided to grasp the box’s rusty clank and begin turning it.
A horribly off-key Pop Goes The Weasel clanked from the worn out old box, and as it reached its climax, Isaac sung along with the final verse, “Pop goes the weasel…” The top of the box swung open, but nothing happened, it was empty. Isaac expected as much, and he tossed the old box in the garbage with the other broken knick-knacks. After the mess was cleaned up, he went to open the door to go back downstairs, but it was stuck. Isaac pulled hard but the door wouldn’t budge. Just then he heard the most horrible raspy voice call out from behind him.
“IsSsaAac…” A cold jolt ran down Isaac’s spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up as he slowly turned around… All the way across the room by the garbage can stood the nightmarish Laughing Jack. He was completely monochrome, his mangled black hair hung down in twisted locks, sharp jagged teeth decorated his twisted grin, and his arms hung down like a ragdoll with his grotesquely long fingers nearly scraping the floor.
Then, with a bone chilling, raspy voice, the fiendish clown spoke, “How nice it is to finally be free!… Did you miss me Isaac?”
Isaac was paralyzed in fear, “B-but I thought you weren’t real… IMAGINARY?!” Isaac stuttered. Jack replied with a long horrifying cackle.
“HAHAHAHA! Oh I’m quite real kiddo… In fact, I’ve been waiting such a long time for this day to finally come… When I can play with my best friend for life… One. Last. Time!” Before Isaac could reply, Jack’s long arms stretched across the room and wrapped around Isaac’s legs.
The twisted clown began pulling him closer, dragging him onto his own wooden torture bed as Isaac’s fingernails scraped along the floor. Ignoring the restraints, Jack swiftly grabbed four three-inch long iron nails from the workbench and pressed them straight through of Isaac’s hands and feet, nailing him to the wooden torture bed. Isaac growled in pain as he shouted at his captor, “AAAH! SCREW YOU! CLOWN NOSED FREAK!!”
Laughing Jack just chuckled, as he forcefully held Isaac’s head in place stating, “If you can’t say something nice, then don’t say anything at all!” Jack reached his long crooked fingers into Isaac’s mouth, firmly grasping his tongue and stretching it out as far as it could go. The clown then reached back and grabbed a long sharp knife from the table and slowly began to slice through the meat of Isaac’s tongue. Once lobbed off, Isaac’s mouth began to overflow with blood. Jack responded by shoving a small cylindrical metal tube trough Isaac’s throat to act as a temporary breathing hole. At this point Isaac was already in great pain, and had his eyes clenched shut to avoid seeing the sickening horrors that were being performed upon his body.
“Come on, it’s no fun if you don’t watch!” Laughing Jack said playfully, but Isaac kept his eyes tightly shut. Laughing Jack sighed, “Suit yourself.” Jack then forcibly held open one of Isaac’s eyes. He reached back with his big arm and took out some long pointy fishing hooks from the workbench. Slowly Jack pushed the sharp end of the hook through the top eyelid straight through the bottom of the eyebrow and out the top, permanently pinning it open. Then, he took out a second hook pushing it through the bottom eyelid and pinning it to the cheek. Jack repeated the process to the other eye, and before long, a series of sharp metal hooks made sure Isaac didn’t miss out on any of the action. Laughing Jack then took the same knife he had used to lob off Isaac’s tongue and began to focus on the removal of Isaac’s lips. Jack carefully sliced two long strips of flesh off of Isaac’s upper and lower mouth, causing his teeth and gums to be completely exposed.
“Hmm… looks like someone hasn’t been flossing regularly…” Laughing Jack cackled under his breath, as he reached back and grabbed the hammer. Isaac attempted to mutter some kind of beg for mercy, however only gurgled moans escaped his throat. Jack raised that hammer into the air and, with a twisted grin, he slammed it down, giving off a loud CRACK as the iron hammer shattered Isaac’s teeth like brittle clay. Jack dropped the hammer and began to howl with laughter as he tore open Isaac’s shirt. Taking the sharpest knife, Jack cut straight down Isaac’s chest all the way down past the stomach. Isaac groaned with sharp stinging pain as the monochrome monster wormed his wretched fingers underneath the skin on Isaac’s chest, peeling it back as he was about to preform his horrible live autopsy.
First, Jack began to pull out Isaac’s intestines in the same manner a magician would pull a series of colorful cloths out of his pocket. Then, after snipping off a small length of intestines, Jack pressed one end against his cold black lips and began blowing air into the foul organ. Once inflated, he twisted it up into the shape of a poodle, and with a loud chuckle exclaimed, “I can do giraffes too!” Isaac remained still in pain and shock, as the clown creature gently placed the macabre balloon animal beside Isaac’s head.
For his next trick, Laughing Jack reached deep into Isaac’s open stomach cavity and yanked out one of his kidneys. Holding it in his hand, Jack turned to his captive friend and shrugged stating that, “kidneys really aren’t my thing…” Tossing the organ aside Laughing Jack noticed that Isaac was beginning to drift into death.
“Feeling tired already? Why, we’re nearly at the grand finale!” Laughing Jack exclaimed as he reached into his sleeve and pulled out a long adrenaline needle. “This ought to perk you RIGHT up!” Jack shouted as he slammed the needle into Isaac’s retina and injected the liquid into his right eye socket. Jack wiggled and twisted the needle further into his old playmate’s eyeball, as Isaac was reeled back into life to the feeling of a sharp needle scraping the back of his eye socket. With a sinister chuckle, Jack yanked the needle out, pulling the eyeball out with it. Isaac’s right eye now hung out of its socket by the eyestalk as it dribbled down the side of his face.
Jack smirked, “Well, now that I have your full attention…” The insidious clown then took his long, crooked index finger and poked a hole in Isaac’s stomach. Jack lowered his head down toward the open chest cavity and stretched his mouth open wide. Within seconds, a torrent of filthy cockroaches started crawling out of the clown’s gullet, spilling onto Isaac’s open chest. Each vile roach crawled and pushed its way into the small opening in Isaac’s stomach, filling it from within full of disgusting writhing bugs. As his stomach became bloated with bugs, the roaches began to scurry up his throat, squeezing their way out of his mouth and nasal cavity.
Isaac was inches from death when his captor kneeled beside him and spoke into his ear, “It’s been a blast kiddo, but it looks like our time together is about up. No need for tears though, because I plan to spread my friendship to all the lonely kids of the world!” and with that said, Laughing Jack reached into Isaac’s chest and yanked out his still beating heart.
As his life bled out on that cold wooden bed, Isaac’s life flashed before his eyes. He saw his mother, his father, the boarding school, his victims, and the last thought that fluttered through his mind, was of that very special Christmas where he woke up to find the beautifully hand carved wooden box that contained his very first friend…
There are rumors that, when the police finally found Isaac Grossman’s rotten, maggot infested corpse weeks later on Christmas Eve, that even though his face had been bashed and torn to bits… He almost looked… Happy.
The Interview: Laughing Jack
Contributed by IvyDarkRose:
A quick rush of wind rustles the papers on the deck, causing them to fall out of order. “We are ready for you,” a voice says, breaking her concentration. She sighs and quickly gathers up the papers. “Give me one more second,” she replies, scanning through the disordered pile. The door closes, a long sigh escapes her lips trying to calm herself. She pushes a pair of glasses back up the bridge of her nose.
She has gone over the questions again and again, but each time she would freeze up. Images of all the victims would crowd into her mind, causing her stomach to turn. She turns her gaze to the bulk file labeled “Laughing Jack”, the hair on the back of her neck standing up. All the possible theories, all the merciless torture and killing of various people; it’s one of the worse cases she has been on.
Even if all those disturbing murders aren’t his doing, the ones that are confirmed are enough to drive a sane person to the edge. She surrenders, and pulls herself up from the cluttered desk. She pushes down all of her emotions, and makes her way out of the office.
Two guards greet her as she exits. “Everything was checked one more time, it holds up. So there shouldn’t be an issue,” one of the guards explains as the three of them make their way through the labyrinth of hallways. Their footsteps echo off the walls, almost in a rhythmic pattern. The dull white halls seem to stretch farther and father, as they went along.
Finally, they reach a section of the building where two more guards and a lead engineer are waiting patiently for their arrival. A huge steel door standing behind them, a new edition made the building as of recently. Its sole purpose to prevent anything that can manipulate time, space, or even molecules from escaping; the idea may be fascinating, but with her life in death’s reach, it had better work.
“There you are, so everything is set up. He should hear everything you ask, and the fields should prevent any possible escape.” The engineer rambles, fiddling nervously with access cards in his hands. His hands slip, and he drops them while trying to hand her one. “Sh*t… ” he mumbles, clearly as nervous about the situation as she is. “Get a hold of yourself, there’s nothing to worry about. After all you checked everything, right?” she speaks calmly. He nods in reply and picks up the various cards. “O-ok t-this is your card, you and a few higher ups will be the only ones with these cards. For safety of course, g-good luck," he stutters, pushing the card towards her.
“I got it. Does this mean I am entering alone?” She pauses, looking at the steel door in front of her. “Yeah, but you’re separated from the containment room. Just like any other interrogation room,” he says. He half heartedly smiles, then makes his leave. She focuses her attention back to the door, pushing down her feelings of nausea. Slowly, she slides the access card, this is followed by the sound of a beep.
She enters the small, dimly lit room. A single chair faces a long window, a faint buzzing of machinery breaks any possible silence. She turns her attention to the two-way mirror, nearly screaming. A tall, menacing figure peers at her, a wide grin full of sharp teeth on his face. She quickly reassures herself that there was no way he could see her through the mirror, but still this thought didn’t keep her from feeling terrified.
Swiftly she makes her way to the chair, a panel with a speaker and button on the wall in front of her. She glances back to the figure that stood out in the bright, bland room; his eyes still staring at her. Her heart now pounding loudly in her ears, as if sense her change in emotion, he lets out a sickening laugh. This monochrome figure slowly makes his way towards her, even though separated safely by a wall and a containment field, she still feels uneasy and wants to run.
She shakes away the urging flight response, and sits down in the small chair. Her head starts to spin, trying to recall all the questions she needed to ask. Her hands shaking, as the anxiety built up. “Stop, just calm down. No need to freak out, just ask questions and get the hell out of here,” she whispers, scolding herself for getting worked up.
Still, she lingered for a few more moments, starting at the button in front of her. Finally she exhales, and presses the button. “Hello, I’m here to ask a few questions,” she says in monotone, not looking up at the figure for acknowledgement, instead keeping her focus on the button in front of her.
“First thing, how old are you?” she asks, her voice slightly squeaks.
A deep, menacing laugh catches her off guard, she hadn’t thought that the feedback to her would be so loud. “Hmmm… how interesting! Well age isn’t something I keep track of. After all there is no need.” He replies, his voice just a deep as his laugh. She can feel herself wanting to leaving, still she forces herself to stay.
“Okay, what, umm. Where did you come from?”
“A place far, far away,” he laughs at his response with great amusement.
“I see…” she frowns, feeling anxious. “Ok, and wh-” she begins the next question, a loud thud interrupts her and nearly causes her to fall back in the chair. “Why don’t you look at me when asking your questions? That’s quite rude, you know,” he says loudly, tapping the glass with the last few words.
“Please, that’s not important right. Are there others like you?” she says, rushing through the question.
“Who knows” There’s a slight pause, out of the peripheral of her eyes she sees movement. Instinctively she looks up, a face meets hers. A huge grin spreads across Laughing Jacks face, a crackle following.
“Afraid, are we? Would you like to play a game?” he asks, pressing his hand to the glass.
She opens her mouth to respond, but no noise follows. Instead she just shakes her head “No,” a slight frown forms on his face. “I-I rather just finish the q-questions,” she quickly stutters out, unable to take her graze away from him. “How can he see me?! This is a two-way mirror, there’s no way.” Her thoughts dwell too long, missing what his response was.
"Where was I?” she asks out loud, shaking her head; snapping back to reality.
“Then we have a deal? Hehehe what is your next question then?” he stands back to his feet, the grin back on his face.
“Uh ok, do you regret any decisions you’ve made?”
“Not really, though I guess I rush my time with a few of my pals.”
“Like an Isaac Grossman?” She pauses, getting no response.
“That’s the first person we were able to find, linking to you that is. Along with some other events, but those were unclear if it was you or… someone else…” she rambles on, feeling herself shaking. The buzzing of the machinery seemingly growing louder, Jack just stood there saying nothing.
“Moving on then, why do you kill?” she asks, truly curious on the response to the question. The atmosphere feeling slightly tense, no response. He remains quiet, she holds her breath with anticipation. The room grow eerily quiet, her heartbeats in her ears like sounds of drums.
Finally, a sick laugh emerges from him, one that sends chills down her spine. She grips onto her clothing, trying to keep from losing her cool. He stops laughing, only to remain silent once more; the silence filling her ears like static. “Silence?” the thought now crossing her mind, the lights above start to flicker. “Why is it quiet?!” she realizes, whipping her attention behind her. Scanning the room, looking for something that makes noise.
She turns back to the two-way mirror, her heart now pounding with a quick pace. Nothing, the room is empty. “No!” she screams, jumping to her feet. The chair clashing to the floor behind her, she whips her gaze around her. Nothing to be seen, “I HAVE TO GET OUT HERE!” she yells in a frenzy, her mind not able to think straight. She quickly turn for the door, the leg of the chair catching her shin.
She trips and falls down, knocking her glass off. She quickly pulls herself up, making her way to the door. She fiddles with the access card, trying to get it facing the right way. The lights above flash once more, but she doesn’t notice. Her mind in such a panic, that everything seems to be slowed down. She slides the card, and yanks on the handle. Nothing, no click or sound what so ever.
She slides it again, pounding at the door. “LET ME OUT! I HAVE TO GET OUT!” she cries, repeatedly sliding the access card; finally a beep sounds. She rips open the door, a gust of wind bursting through as it does. She runs out, slamming the steel door behind her. She held the handle, trying to breath normally again.
She turns her attention to the long white, dull hallway. Half of the lights are off, making it the building ever darker. Her vision slightly fading in and out, but never focusing; now realizing that she doesn’t have her glasses anymore. Looking around there is no one else in sight. “Where are the guards? They should be outside the door at all times when someone is in there.” She says with a dry voice, the air seeming to get colder.
The halls seem so strange, her shoes clicking off the wall once again. She had to find security, seeing that the worst case scenario has happened. She turns the corner, the hall stretching father behind her sight. “This isn’t right, glasses or not, the halls aren’t this long.” She whispers, quickly turning around. That hallway too stretching far away, she turns back.
Her walking now a slight sprint, she looks down the next row of hallways. Two of them, still stretching beyond belief, but the third one is normal. She jogs down that hall, following the corners as they appear. This isn’t right, these halls don’t end.
A dark laugh echoes from the hallway behind her, she freezes in place. Slowly, she turns her head around, the hallway behind her is empty. Another laugh fills her ears, this time echoing all around. She starts running this time, not looking at where she’s going. She ran through the endless halls, like a mouse stuck in labyrinth.
All rational thought left her mind, making each turn a random one. She could be running in a circle for all she knew. She finally stops after what seems like forever of running, she scans the paths around her. Nothing but the dull hallways could be seen. No doors, no decoration, just blank, white hallways.
Her feet aches from running, feeling safe she leans against a wall and catches her breath. Once she calms down, she takes a glance at reach path. “How the hell do I get out?! Why is everything different? Where is everyone?!” she murmurs, finally setting on a path to her left.
The air has gotten colder, all the running had made her unaware. Each step is filled with pain, she nears the end of the hall with only one way to go. She follows it around, the lights above spreading farther apart. She pauses a moment feeling hesitant to move down the hallway, but as she goes to turn around, she sees something at the far end of the hall. Its hard to make out, but someone is there just around the corner.
She takes a few steps closer, trying to make little noise as possible. She getting close enough to make out a blue uniform. “Oh thank God!” she exhales, making her way quickly towards the man. “I’m so glad to find someone…” she says to him, he remains still however. She slows down, feeling dread take over.
“H-hello?” she asks softly, keeping her distance from the man. She squints to try to see, as her makes her way around the corner the man remained still. He’s looking down the hallway to his left, her attention follows his. Suddenly a flash of lights turn on, blinding her. She covers her eyes, trying to see once again. A scream is held back in her throat, as pile of bodies’ line the hallways.
Each mutilated, and in pieces. She looks back to the guy, leaning against the corner. His face blank, he didn’t move. She takes a step closer to him, her body shaking uncontrollably. She reaches a hand out for him, the lights down the bloody hallway start to go out. A song starts to play from down the hall, follows the same dark laugh. She quickly takes off back down the hallways she came from, she sound of music still lingering no matter how far she runs.
She makes a turn to the right, then another to the left. To her horror, a wall is right in front of her. A dead end. “No, no, no, no, no.” she mutters, turning to go back. A looming figure, however, blocking her way. All sounds of music stop, Laughing Jack smiles.
“Oh what a fun game,” his says with delight, taking a step closer. Her breathing became short, if on cue taking a step away from him. “I enjoy playing tag, but I have another game in mind now.” he snickers, getting closer. Her voice is lost in fear, all she can think of doing is stepping away, but the wall behind her doesn’t allow it.He slowly got closer and closer, her body trembling uncontrollably. He laughs, taking one finally step. “he, he, he. Tag your IT!” he yells, a sinister grin on his face. A hand tightly grips around her throat, she struggle for air, a last glimpse of the monochrome man. His sickening laughter fills her ears.