Cop: So what happened to your son?
Man: Well, I guess it started off like any old day. Me and my son go down stairs to have breakfast, and then sit in our living room to have our daily conversation, but this time my son told me about his new friend, (I was really happy because he never really had any friends)he said to me “I have a new friend daddy, his name is Jack, and he’s a clown”. Obviously, like anyone else would, I thought that his new friend was in his imagination, but oh my god, I was wrong! Later in the day he came back from the park and he had a pocket full of lollies, and he said to me that “Jack” gave them to him, as I studied the sweets, I noticed that they had a bit of red liquid on the crinkled lolly wrappers ”What is this stuff?“I asked“Jack said that I’ll be drawing it soon, but I’m not that good at art” he said. The next day my son didn’t come down stairs for breakfast, so I went up to his room to see what he was doing, but when I walked into his bedroom I saw a black and white clown with black long hair in front of my disembowelled child hanging on the wall. I yelled as the figure jumped out of the window and ran down to the street then disappeared into the darkness. I’ll never forget that huge smile of the clown, and the pale dying face of my boy as his quiet voice said “his name is Laughing Jack.
