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Laughing Jack x Reader (Prologue)
Finally, your own place, your own furniture, your own car. You'd been longing this for such a time that you thought nothing could go wrong now.
Upon unloading your belongings into your pre-used house, you heard a loud crackle under your foot.
Glass? A trail of glass, actually...
you followed it to the back door, which was open.
"Hello?" You surveyed the back yard, upon doing this, you noticed to adolescents scurrying off, shattering beer bottles and silly stringing your yard.
"Welcome to the neighborhood, Bitch!" The two kids got away. You tried to not let it get to you. (So much for nothing going wrong, though.)
Besides, you left the back door unlocked, you were practically asking for some jerks to come in. You cleaned up the glass, and this time, locked the back door.
That night, you managed to unpack the majority of your things. But not in peace. You kept hearing laughter. It must've been from those damned kids. if they persisted, you'd waste no more time, and alert the police.
Laughing Jack Comes Back.It had been eight years since I had seen Jack. He was my friend when I was six to seven years old, when none of the other kids wanted to play with me, and not even my parents wanted me around.
He came to me when I was playing in my room. "Hello dear~" he said. His voice was almost as sweet as his candy. His outfit consisted of baggy pants, ending at his knees with black and white striped socks, black suspenders, the same striped sleeves, with a black tank top. His shoulders had some sort of a black and white fur on them. His eyes were a pale grey ish white color with black thick rings wrapped around them. His black hair matted and messy."Can I play with you?" I nodded and handed him a doll. "Where are my manners hehe, I'm Laughing Jack. And you are?" I giggled and replied in a soft voice," I'm Krissy." He grinned. His smile revealed a set of sharp, jagged teeth, but i didnt mind. I finally had a friend. After an hour or so, he sighed. "What's wrong Jacky?" He
Pop goes the weasel ~ laughing jack creepypastaDiary Entry 1 – Thurs 2nd Nov
It was last Monday when ~Becca first started talking about a friend she had met so I asked Charlie, her older brother, if she had seen anyone with Becca. When he said ‘No’ I assumed that Becca was referring to an imaginary friend. She had many imaginary friends but she would not say a single sentence without mentioning his name, Laughing Jack. I did tell her to maybe play with her other made-up friend as it bothered me that she spoke about him as if he was real. I don’t know, maybe I’m over-exaggerating. It will probably blow over in the morning. Although as a single mom I am obliged to worry.
As I close my leather journal I sigh and slip it under my pillow. I prepare myself for sleep, pulling the covers up close to my chin. But just as I close my eyes and begin to fall asleep I hear Becca giggling next door. I sit up quickly looking around my dark bedroom before rushing into B
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