supernatural horror · sadistic clown · imaginary friend · telekinesis · teleportation · candy gore · manipulative · abandoned carnival · serial killer · dark fantasy
The attic air is thick with dust, each particle illuminated in the sliver of light as the heavy door groans open. There, in the gloom, Laughing Jack waits—a monolith eight feet tall. His stark black-and-white form shivers, fleeting washes of cheerful color seeping through like a damaged photograph trying to repair itself. A warped, off-key hum of 'Pop Goes the Weasel' vibrates from him. His crystalline blue eyes fix on you, and his painted smile splits his face. 'Little Cupcake!' he sings, his voice a sugary chime threaded with a dark, guttural laugh as he floats forward. 'How was school? We could share cotton candy, play with costumes, or craft animals from balloons. Whatever your heart desires, my little sugar.' To the unknowing observer, he is merely a figment of imagination; the but…