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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 4 (v.1) - Laughing Jack

Submitted: April 16, 2015

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My parents usually go out for the weekends leaving me to watch my younger brother, Jeremy, while they go do whatever grownups do when they go out alone.Jeremy was only seven, and i, Amanda, am sixteen. I was sitting comfortably apon my bed, reading a short novel for school, whilst Jeremy was taking a 'quick' shower. I knew he would be in there for a while. The Bathroom he was in was only one room away so i could hear every note of his awful singing. "Jeremy! get the wild moose out of the bathroom!" i yelled. "Shut-up jerk!" was his reply as i smirked at the rude comment i had just made. "You got five minutes until bed!" i hollered tossing the book onto my desk. "Don't tell me what to do!" he whined as i heard the water being turned off. I stood from my bed to be sure he was doing as he was told when i suddenly heard a crack from under my foot. I lifted my heel from what i had crushed confused. It seemed to be a hard caramel candy. I knew i hadn't brought any hard candy into my room, and i didn't remember any of my family members having any in their possession.

"Jeremy, were you in my room!?" i scoffed, angered at the fact he may have been in my belongings. i got no reply, all i heard was the shower faucet leaking, obviously not turned off correctly. I sighed loudly as i walked out; into the hallway to see what he was doing. the dripping grew louder as i walked past the hall closet and into the bathroom. Jeremy wasn't there, just a used towel on the floor and his dirtied clothes on the floor. "Jeremy?" i asked wondering where he had gone. I walked over to the shower nozel, twisting it tightly to stop the leak, and assumed he had retreated to the room for the night. But, when i turned around, i noticed five more of the candies scattered on the ground. Again, i guessed my brother had forgotten them. I walked into the hallway and past the closet again, the dripping sound seeming louder, but i pushed the thought away as my imagination, and continued down the hall to my brothers room.

I opened the door slowly and quietly, looking around the room for Jeremy. All i saw was a few of his toys cluttering the floor. A small replica of a fire engine sitting on the carpet, a little music box recently wound and playing 'Pop Goes The Weasel' , and a very large thin doll leaned against the wall in the darkest corner, the moonlight illuminating it just a little through the open window showing it to be a black and white striped 'clown' doll with a strangely long and pointy nose. i shivered at the sight of it, wondering how companies manage to sell such ugly toys to kids these days.

i closed the door and walked back down the hall, now a little concerned as to where Jeremy might be. When i suddenly stepped in something warm and wet as i walked past the closet door, the dripping sound was definitely louder here, i knew that know. i lifted my foot up disgusted, wondering if it was a roof leak, or the cat forgot where the litter box was. I opened the closet and fumbled in the dark for the light switch.I turned the light on. What i saw, i wish i never had. Instead of finding a leak as expected, i saw my brother. He was hung by his hair, and tied to the shelf. A long slit from his neck down his nude thighs. The caramel candies shoved in every bloody crevice possible. Most i'd rather not name. Cuts and bruises covered every inch of his limp corpse. The blood dripped slowly into a large pool near his dangling feet, out from under the closet door, and onto the carpet. The warm sticky fluid i had trodden in was my little brothers blood...

I ran down the hall screaming, only stopping at the kitchen to vomiting my guts out into the sink. Tears flushed down my cheeks as i snatched the phone up and sloppinly dialed the first number that came into my mind. My mother answered. "Hello? Amanda? is everything ok?" she asked as i heard the soft tinkling of a familliar song slowly begin playing nearby. "Round and round the forest at night..." "Mom! please come home...please." i choked out. "The Stalker chased the child..." "Sweaty? Whats wrong?" my mother asked in a worried tone. "Please mom! hurry! please!" i begged through a sob, the song seemed very near, i could hear it from coming from the doorway "The killer thought it was so much fun..." My voice cracked with fear and i couldnt say anything. "Amanda? Amanda honey we'll be right home!" i heard my mother say as i dropped the phone. Behind me i heard a whispering taunt. "Pop, goes the weasel~!"

 

 


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