Jeff's POV
I'm watching tv with Jack and Smile, something about a girl that was murdered and it was unsolved is on right now. I think I'm going to go check on Clarabelle... "hey man I'm going to go check on Clarabelle" I tell Jack, "I know you like her" he replies with a dumb smirk. I roll my eyes and run upstairs.
I knock at her door and open it, I see she's sleeping. I close the door, damn she's hot, I think to myself. Ever since the tall man showed me a picture of her I had hearts where my eyes are suppose to be. I just can't help it and ever since she seen me kill, it was how calm she was that I know she'll learn to do it.
I know she'll deny me if I ever again the courage to ask her to be my girlfriend, she's too good for me. I walk downstairs back to the couch, Jack is gone doing who knows what, and Smile is laying down on the couch asleep. I walk outside and close the door behind me, I walk around the mansion onto the trails in the woods.
Soon after I head down the left trial, I hear strange laughing, and i hear a male voice humming the pop goes the weasel song, it was a quiet voice but it keeps getting louder and louder, until he's actually screaming, "Every night when I get home The monkey's on the table, Take a stick and knock it off, Pop! goes the weasel!".
I see a black and white clown jump down from the trees. "Laughing Jack" I say and roll my eyes. "Would you like some candy? I swear it's not poisoned" Laughing Jack says with a giggle. "I'm good" I say and keep walking forward. "I'm heading to the lake, so I can drown you!" I yell as I look back at him.
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Devilish || Creepypasta story ||
FanfictionA long and tiring life of being imprisoned in multiple mental hospitals and asylums has led to Clarabelle wanting out, wanting to be free like everyone does, and because she's different means she has to be treated like an animal? No, she has had eno...
