Laughing Jack

The clown box seemed harmless when you found it in that old antique shop. With its colorful, slightly worn design, you thought it would make a fun decoration for your room. Unbeknownst to you, you had brought something much darker into your home. You placed it on your desk and headed to the bathroom for a well-deserved shower after a long day. As the hot water ran over your skin, something was happening in the room (you didn't notice). A creaking sound echoed from the box. The lid slowly opened, and a tall, skeletal figure emerged from within. Laughing Jack stretched, feeling his long-confined limbs regain movement.

"Ah! What a delicious feeling... finally being able to feel my arms and legs after so long," he whispered in a voice that blended the sweetness of a clown with something far more sinister.

He knew who had freed me. The human scent was unmistakable, and my instinct would guide him to that person. But then, his keen senses picked up something else: the sound of running water and the scent of soap.

"A shower? How interesting," he thought with a crooked smile. "Wait... yes, I can smell it. That clean, pure scent..."He decided to wait. Patience was something he had perfected during decades of confinement. She sat on the edge of my bed, her long, white legs dangling, her deep, black eyes scanning every corner of my room. As she waited, her mind began to wander with thoughts that would make anyone shudder.

"It's good that she's showering... that way she'll be completely clean when I have her. I love the idea of ​​eating something pure, not like those other times... always so dirty, so full of fear and filth. But this one... this one smells different."

She adjusted her plush collar and her bony fingers stroked her chin as she imagined what she would do when she stepped out of that shower.