Silver Crowbar Creepypasta Book

Chapter 22- Descent, Show me Madness

No one moved, and no one spoke. Neither could bring themselves to move, as though there were chains keeping them in place. A tense feeling seemed to lay over them once more, especially so when met with the clown's short mumbles. Not even the human, who wanted desperately to find some way out of the mess she had found herself in, could bring herself to do anything more than turn her head. Why had it come back to this? The clown had, at the very least, shown a vibe of exhaustion. Now, it seemed to be something more....sinister? No, not sinister. Demented. Twisted. His little whispers to himself increased by the minute, hardly able to be heard save for a few small words.

Elise figured it would continue like this, and had no idea when such a spell of the clown's would stop. Yet, she still felt anxious and scared, wondering when he would stop or what would change or....or if he'd suddenly change his mind about keeping her alive. But there came a small giggle after a while. It cut through the silence that had nearly extended to be thirty minutes long. The clown's giggle, sharp and a bit rasped, had suddenly emerged from nowhere, from the smallest and simplest of his whispers. Elise's attention, which had been drawn to the horses over the ledge of the cliff as to avoid looking at the clown, was immediately placed back on the monochrome being. She could feel her eyes widen as she stared at the giggling maniac, who had his head directed downwards in a way that so covered his eyes with his unbrushed hair.

Not a sound had come from him until now, or at least, not a loud one; what was there to laugh at? Why was he laughing? Though these questions played in the back of her mind, Elise could only mainly think of Jack's insanity to blame. Should he so have it. Was it really even questionable at this point? He seemed to have proven himself to be a complete and utter maniac. Elise's fear boiled down to acknowledging the clown's crazy and sudden burst of giggles, centering on it and gathering towards that one repeated giggle. She continued to stare at him as he giggled, unable to say anything. Or perhaps she simply didn't have the strength to. This state immediately changed when the clown moved to stand up, and a squeak of fear came from Elise as she backed away from him.

This time she moved to the left, instead of backing herself into the air again, the mishap replaying in her mind right before she moved. She watched up, wobbling just a little, and stopped backing away despite making a considerable them. That one little moment of weakness, a small sign of disbalance from Jack himself, had caused her to come to a halt. She didn't even know why. It couldn't occur to her; there was no reason that should have made her stop moving away. Jack was still powerful, still able to kill her easily, still the biggest threat in her known world. Yet, perhaps she felt a little more control over the situation. She could tell something had Jack, practically exhausted him. In that case, perhaps he wouldn't have the motivation to kill her.

Whatever it was, the feeling compelled her to stay where she was and continue to watch. So she did. She watched as the clown stood, hunched over slightly, his knee seeming to no longer be a problem for him as it previously was. That was not the case, however. Jack, unaware that Elise had even moved an inch, could still feel the ever-present in his knee. It was a dulling pain, more of an irritated patch, now that he had allowed himself a bit of time to heal. Or perhaps he had simply gotten used to it. There were more dull pains as well; the pains in his stomach and on his face. His nose still buzzed with a throbbing pain that seemed to alight his sinuses, and his jaw seemed consistently colder than the rest of him with a stinging pain that was made apparent whenever the wind breezed over the bruise there. It was like his usual healing abilities were moving slower than ever. Even his stomach still hurt from BEN's attack.

He felt himself giggle again, and took a step forward, keeping his legs a bit apart in order to keep himself stable. His shoulders began to move with the volume of his chuckles and giggles, and he just couldn't get himself to stop laughing. Any time he thought of the fight, the more he thought of BEN, everything...it was....cause for laughter. He took another step forward and childishly tried to stifle his laughter, his giggles still coming from under his breath. He wasn't even laughing due to his mention of BEN anymore. Instead, he simply couldn't stop his flow of laughter. Another step. His giggles only got worse as he looked over the edge of the cliff, out at the trees and then down at the grassy ground. He continued to stare at it as he heard his giggles get lower and quieter, eventually dying down and leaving a smile on his face.