The Origin of Laughing Jack (Bad Creepypasta)/story

It's Christmas Eve in snowy 1800’s 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 ma'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 neighbors 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 kiddo.” 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 possess 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 SHIT!!” 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 6 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 4 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! FUCK YOU! GOD DAMN 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.
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