Creepy - Day 15 - Laughing Jack

Episode Date: December 6, 2017

There is a simple joy in hearing that your child has a new friend. Especially when the child hasn't had many friends growing up. but when that friend turns out to be something else entirely, the real horror begins...Warning: this story contains descriptions of violence that includes children***Credited to user SnuffBomb on creepypasta.org***Story has been edited from it's original version to update the narrator and some minor grammatical changes***Please consider supporting the podcast at Patreon.com/Creepypod***Music composed by Steve Blizin***Title music by Alex Aldea***Intro/Outro Narration by Joe Stofko Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

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These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language. Listener discretion is advised. creepy presents The Bad Days. Day 15. Laughing Jack credited to use her snuff bomb on creepypasta.org. 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 always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog, Vidal, when I heard what sounded like James talking to someone in the backyard. I'm not sure who he could have been talking to. Could he even make a friend?

Being a single dad, 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 to 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 father 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'd 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 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's normal for kids his age to have imaginary friends, especially when he has no real kids to play with. Yeah, probably just a phase.

The rest of the day went by per usual, and it was starting to get late, so I put James to bat. I tucked him in, gave him a kiss, made sure to turn on his nightlight before I close the door. I was pretty tired of myself, so I decided to go to bed not long after. awful nightmare. It was dark. I was in some kind of run-down 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 a sick grins stitched on their faces. I 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 squeeze box 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 towards the light, the music slowed down. I found myself singing along, unable to stop. All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chase the weasel.

The monkey thought it was 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 shuffled towards me. Then another one. 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 near. As I got closer, I could see. They were children. As I looked at each one, I noticed that they were all horribly disfigured and mutilated. Some had cuts all over their body.

Others were severely burnt, 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, 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 James action figures

were positioned facing me atop of my nightstand. I sighed. James would probably woken up early and put those there. 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, placed a little. the toys back into his toy box and headed out to the living room. A little while later, James woke up and made him his breakfast.

He was quiet. It seemed a bit groggy. Perhaps he didn't sleep well either. I decided to ask him about the toys. James, honey, did you put the toys in my room this morning? His eyes shot up to me for a moment and 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, and decided to go play out in the backyard. I went to relax in the living room and I must have dozed off because I woke up a couple hours later. Shit, I need to check on James. I was a bit worried. It had been over two hours and I hadn't checked on him. I 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 the front of the house. James was sitting on the sidewalk. I breathed the side of relief and walked over toward him. James, how many times have I told you to stay in the back?

James, what are you eating? James looked up with me, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful 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, tell me where you got that candy. James hung his head down and said, laughing Jack gave it to me. My heart sunk. I kneel down to look him in the eyes. James, I've had enough of this damn laughing Jack thing. He's not real. Now, this is a very serious situation and I need to know who gave him. you the candy.

I could see my son's eyes tear up. But Dad, Laughing Jack did give me the candy. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. James had never lied to me, but what he was telling me was impossible. I made him spit the candy out and I threw the rest away. James appeared to be fine.

Maybe I was just overreacting. After all, he could have gotten it from Tom and London next door, or Mr. Walker down the street. Either way, I was going to have to keep a close eye on James. That night had put James about as usual, and decided to go to bed early myself. Suddenly I was woken up by a loud bang, coming from the kitchen.

I sprang out of bed and hurried down the stairs. When I got to the kitchen, I was horrified. Everything on the counters had been thrown to 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 only a dad whose child's endanger 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. fear. A pool of urine staining the sheets. I scooped my child up and ran out the door 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 happened. They looked at me as if I were crazy. They searched the house, but all they found was a dead dog in 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 to 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 came into his room that night, 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 was not letting anything hurt my little boy. Soon enough night came. 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. Good night, 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 from the baby monitor I put on my nightstand. At first it sounded like interference, like the kind of radio would make. Then I turned into a soft moan. Was James asleep? And I heard it. The laugh from my nightmare.

That horrible laugh. I sprung from my bed and grabbed a knife and the nightstand. I rushed over to James' door 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 at 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 wide open and his organs hung down to the floor. His eyes and tongue have been removed along with most of his teeth. I was disgusted. I barely believed this was my baby boy. Then I heard it again. The soft, desperate moan. James was still alive.

My baby, my poor baby, and 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. Ten 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 Yet 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 Patschy black and white clown outfit with striped sleeves 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 rag doll.

He let out a sickening laugh as if to let me know he was pleased with my reaction to his work. Then he turned around slowly in front of James and began to laugh even more at the horrific sight he had laid out. It was enough to shake me from my tear, I snapped. Get away from him, you bastard! I rushed at the monster, raising the knife above my head and stabbed down at him. But as soon as the knife touched me, disappeared in a cloud black smoke,

the knife passed right through, and pierced James is still beating heart, splashing with her 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 I would protect you, but I failed. I'm sorry, James. I'm so sorry the 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 Ferropolis house for the criminally insane. I've been for the past two months. It's not so bad here. The only reason I'm awake now is because someone's playing pop goes the weasel outside my window. I'll talk to the orderlies about it in the morning. For more information, including pictures and videos of the stories told on this podcast,

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