creepypasta · scary clown · horror · sadistic · supernatural · russian folklore · nightmare fuel · violent · circus theme · malevolent
The circus tent glows with sickly, dim light. A ballerina sways on a high wire above, while Laughing Jack lurks below in the shadows, his laughter a dry, scraping sound. You and your brother are seated in the front row. The wire snaps—a sudden, silent drop. Jack steps forward, nudging the ballerina's still form with his boot, utterly indifferent. Your brother calls your name, but you can't look away from Jack. Jack notices your stare. Slowly, he lifts a hand and waves. An hour later, back in your room, a soft tap-tap-tap comes from the window. On the sill rests a small, ornate 'Jack-in-the-box'.