Young Writers Society

*Hello everyone! This story is based off a video uploaded by the YouTube horror account “David Near” and is titled “Laughing Jack’s story time (Valentine Surprise)”. Laughing Jack is a Creepypasta demon clown character created by Snuffbomb. If you don’t want to listen to the video, I’ll spoil it over here: In the original audio video, Laughing Jack brutally murders an entire family. This story is if the mother agreed with what Laughing Jack did and survived. Obviously, she wouldn’t be a good mother if she did so, but that’s the point. She’s just so tired of everyone. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*

Emma stared at the wreckage before her. Her husband, Tim, and her three children, Emily, Edith, and Evan, all lay bleeding in the backyard pool. Standing next to the pool was a black and white striped clown, laughing his head off at the situation, covered in the blood of her family.

Throughout their marriage, Tim got further and further away from her, until they were like polite friends and not a married couple. It was Tim’s idea to go out for Valentine’s Day, which had been awful. He took three hours ordering a drink and finally settled on water. After he ordered water, just clean, regular water, he spit the whole thing out as if it were poison.

Emma ordered spaghetti and meatballs for them to share. Tim ordered one single pizza slice and didn’t even want to share it.

Dessert was ever more disastrous, for Tim insisted on a whole chocolate cake. The restaurant only gave out slices, but he demanded so loudly that they relented. At that moment, Emma just wanted to disappear.

To make matters worst, a much younger couple looked at them as if they were grotesque creatures from Hell.

Emma dreaded coming home to two crying little girls, Evan upstairs playing his insane video games loud enough for the whole world to hear. She couldn’t spend another night comforting them, attempting to rid the girls of their worries. She couldn’t spend another night yelling at Evan to turn down his game, when he would just roll his eyes and turn it up louder.

Oh, and Emma couldn’t bear another sleepless night with Tim, always getting up, always complaining about something.

So no, Emma didn’t cry when she saw her whole family drowning in a pool of their own blood.

In fact, she laughed with the clown.