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I don’t like the song “Pop goes the weasel”, and I have good reason for it.

by vampricone6783


Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language, violence, and mature content.

*This is fanfiction based on the Creepypasta “Laughing Jack”, created by Snuffbomb. It is supposed to read like a Reddit post. There is horror, gore, and the F word is said once. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. This story is under my folder titled “Creepypasta Stuff”. Enjoy!*



People usually associate nursery rhymes as being happy-go-lucky meaningless songs for children. That’s how I used to look at them, a long time ago.

That all changed when my little sister, Tina, started talking about her “imaginary friend”. He was a tall clown with messy black hair. He had a “funny pointy nose” as Tina would have said. He wore black and white. From the drawings I saw, his nose was also black and white striped. His name was Laughing Jack.

Me and our parents found it a little weird that her imaginary friend was a clown, considering the reputation clowns have today. She was only six years old when she started bringing him up. But since he was her “best friend”, we didn’t say anything about it.

Everything was fine and dandy for a while.

Until her drawings were just scribbles of red, black, and white. Until she started humming the tune “Pop goes the weasel” even though she never sang that song before. (This may come as a shocker to some, but Tina was never one for nursery rhymes. She liked singing songs she heard on the radio to sound “cool” like me. I used to be so annoyed with her for that).

I once heard another voice in Tina’s room when I was leaving the bathroom. It sounded like an evil clown. I was pretty spooked, so I didn’t say anything about it.

I should have though, because the drawings got worse, the humming was more frequent, and she started to have night terrors.

She would wake up in the middle of the night and sleep in my room. I asked her why she did it and she just said “Laughing Jack will kill me if I sleep in my room.”

I let her sleep in my room. I fought with Mom to not make Tina sleep in her room, as Mom was so fed up with what I was doing. She said that Tina needed to “face her fears”.

One night Mom made Tina sleep in her room.

I remember that night so clearly. There was moonlight streaming through my window. I was wearing my favorite pair of pajamas. This lavender set of a tee-shirt and shorts. There were crickets chirping outside. It was just so peaceful.

Then I heard this wheezy, creaky version of “Pop goes the weasel”. It reminded me of old floorboards and attic doors opening and closing on their own. Call me crazy, but that’s what I thought of when I heard it.

There was this guttural laugh and loud, booming footsteps on the ground. They sounded like heavy boots.

I can never imagine stuff like that. Never. Not even as a child. I’m just not that type of person. Tina was, but not me.

I pushed the covers off my bed and jumped off so fast. I practically sprang out of bed.

I heard a door creak open and Tina screaming at the top of her lungs. I was already out my door and running down the hall. I saw my parents sleeping through their open door. They looked like they were in a nightmare with how they tossed and turned, but they didn’t wake up until it was too late.

I got to Tina’s room. You’ll never guess what happened.

The door was locked. Tina never closed her door and we did not have locks in her door. My parents never believed in padlocking our rooms.

Tina kept screaming louder and louder, but the laughter and the music screeched over her voice. I could hear her crying, too. I think I started crying, but I don’t remember. I was twelve then. I remember everything about Tina during that night, but I don’t remember much about myself that one night.

I do remember how frightened Tina was and how I fumbled with her doorknob, something I never struggled with until that night.

After a while, I finally opened the door.

I saw him.

The clown.

Laughing Jack.

He was staring at me. The creep was staring straight at me. He was covered in Tina’s blood. He looked just like how he did in her drawings. A nightmare clown.

And then he smiled.

He had such sharp, bloody teeth. They were sharper than anything I’ve ever seen. They were just so...ugh. I saw candy and bits of flesh in them too. I don’t know if I imagined it, but I thought I saw maggots in there as well.

It was just so awful. It hurts me even to describe it, but I’m sick of having these nightmares, so I’m hoping that there are people out there who will read this and understand my pain.

Tina’s guts were everywhere, like some cheap horror movie. They were smeared all over her room. My left foot was next to her heart.

He disappeared. I was left alone with Tina.

Where was Tina?

She was hanging off the ceiling. Her hands were nailed to the ceiling. Actually nailed. Her body was gutted out. Please excuse my language, but she was hanging off there like some kind of fucking trophy.

I didn’t leave her room that night, even though the stench overwhelmed my nose. I stayed there all night, looking at Tina’s body. I didn’t want to leave her, I guess.

Our parents woke up the next morning. They found me sitting in front of Tina’s closet door.

We didn’t say anything to each other, but they knew what happened. I could see it in their eyes.

I got sick because of being in a room with blood and guts, but that sickness only lasted two months.

People don’t know that Laughing Jack murdered Tina. Well, they do know, but they don’t believe us. Only reason I haven’t been sent to an asylum is because we all moved away. We changed our last names.

I need help.

Tina is right next to me as I write this. She’s crying, like she always does.

She needs help.

Is there anything anybody can do?


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Hello Again, My Friend!

It's me, Raven, and I'd like to review this short story using my Familiar method today! Ellie recommended it recently, and remembering that I've skimmed this one before, I thought I'd finish the job and leave a review! Let's dive in, shall we? Heh heh heh…

What The Black Eyes See...

In another awesome take on Laughing Jack and his twisted ways, we get to hear the personal account of the older sibling of a victim, and the horrors he was forced to witness on one terrible night. Let's get into the details though.

Where The Dagger Points...

I have no recommendations to make for this story! This was awesome! :D

Why The Grin Widened...

First, I love how this story opened up:

People usually associate nursery rhymes as being happy-go-lucky meaningless songs for children. That’s how I used to look at them, a long time ago.

That all changed when my little sister, Tina, started talking about her “imaginary friend”.


Right off the bat, you know something is amiss; imaginary friends in a horror story always mean trouble, and already knowing this story relates to Laughing Jack, there's just something unnerving about the thought of nursery rhymes and childhood games.

Describing the slow progression, from humming odd tunes, to eerie black and red scribbles, and odd voices in Tina's room, to full-blown night terrors. And the fact that is escalated to this point so fast...

She would wake up in the middle of the night and sleep in my room. I asked her why she did it and she just said “Laughing Jack will kill me if I sleep in my room.”


Very cool way to show the method of hunting for this demonic clown; a slow lure through fun facades, only to snap when the victim is least expecting it. And knowing this is a young child, and this is only an "imaginary friend," you just know something terrible is going to happen, so you're kinda reading through a cringe, haha.

Oooo, the scene with Tiny "facing her fears" was written SOOO good!! I love that peaceful staging with the narrator in their room, not suspecting anything, only for that gradual ramping up of creepiness to come back; a creaky old nursery rhyme, followed by that eerie laughter, and thundering footsteps. Ah, and the rush to do something, it had me at the edge of my seat!

I saw my parents sleeping through their open door. They looked like they were in a nightmare with how they tossed and turned, but they didn’t wake up until it was too late.


This, and the fact that the door was locked despite not even having locks was a good addition to show the extent of Laughing Jack's abilities -he has fully trapped Tina, and is going in for the kill.

I love how you describe Laughing Jack, like this here:

I saw candy and bits of flesh in them too. I don’t know if I imagined it, but I thought I saw maggots in there as well.


Oooo, nasty!! Love it!! And the descriptions of Tina's death are so brutal and chilling, the way she was disemboweled so thoroughly and pinned up like a trophy. Absolutely morbid and terrifying, peak horror. This is why I love the Laughing Jack stories when I'm looking to be creeped out! >:D

I need help.

Tina is right next to me as I write this. She’s crying, like she always does.

She needs help.

Is there anything anybody can do?


Oh, and Tina's ghost still haunts him!! What an incredible and grim way to end this gloriously gruesome story!

Our Mad Thoughts...

Overall, that story was as awesome as I remembered! I'm glad I was able to come back and leave a full review. Nicely done! :D

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vampricone6783 says...


Thank you so much! Laughing Jack is definitely a sinister fellow. >:)



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Hi again!!! I hope you aren't tired of my yet XDD Either way, let's get right into the review for this lovely short story!

Me and our parents found it a little weird that her imaginary friend was a clown, considering the reputation clowns have today. She was only six years old when she started bringing him up. But since he was her “best friend”, we didn’t say anything about it.

Everything was fine and dandy for a while.


I love this forum post/reddit vibes you said you are going for. It is wonderful so far. You set it up really well by describing the clown and his features. And the 'for a while' is perfect for setting up this scene. Something really bad is gonna happen.

She would wake up in the middle of the night and sleep in my room. I asked her why she did it and she just said “Laughing Jack will kill me if I sleep in my room.”

I let her sleep in my room. I fought with Mom to not make Tina sleep in her room, as Mom was so fed up with what I was doing. She said that Tina needed to “face her fears”.

One night Mom made Tina sleep in her room.


Oh my gosh, horrific. Again, you do such a great job with these one line hook sentences to engage readers. Tina thinks that laughing jack will kill her if she sleeps in her own room. To the adults, this is just a bad dream or fear, but I feel like it is so much more. Let's see what happens when she sleeps in her own room.

He was staring at me. The creep was staring straight at me. He was covered in Tina’s blood. He looked just like how he did in her drawings. A nightmare clown.

And then he smiled.

He had such sharp, bloody teeth. They were sharper than anything I’ve ever seen. They were just so...ugh. I saw candy and bits of flesh in them too. I don’t know if I imagined it, but I thought I saw maggots in there as well.


OH MY GOSH. This got REALLY really intense really fast. We go from this normal family situation where you assume the girl is just scared of the dark or something, to this full on nightmare. I love all the details. The parents sleeping but also stuck in this nightmare. I wonder what they were seeing? And poor Tina. The details of the clown and the locked door and the maggots... wow, that was so well done!

I need help.

Tina is right next to me as I write this. She’s crying, like she always does.

She needs help.

Is there anything anybody can do?


Holy cow, what a way to end this! The thing about changing their names and moving away was good too. Who do others think murdered Tina? Since they don't believe it was the clown? Okay but I LOVED this sentence from a. bit earlier:

She was hanging off the ceiling. Her hands were nailed to the ceiling. Actually nailed. Her body was gutted out. Please excuse my language, but she was hanging off there like some kind of fucking trophy.


I love horror so much and this is just WOW. 10/10 loved this. This is probably my favorite story of yours so far because the horror part was so well written and I loved the reddit post format. Please write more!!

Your friend,
Ellie

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vampricone6783 says...


I enjoy writing this and I am glad that you enjoy reading them, too. It means a lot. ^v^




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