Jill woke up the next morning and hopped out of bed, she walked out of her room and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast, after that she got changed and done the washing, she cleaned the place but then she heard a creeking noise, the door that was locked had been opened, she heard a sound like someone was in pain. Jill walked over to the door and peeped inside but it was empty and cold, she closed the door and walked back into the kitchen but she heard the creeking noise again, she went back to check the door and it was open again, so she grabbed a torch and went inside the room. It was cold and the wallpaper was ripped in some spots, there were scratch marks on the walls, there was also blood on the floor and she heard the same noise like someone was in pain.

"Hello? Are you hurt? I can help you, don't be afraid" Jill followed the blood trail and saw two feet, she raised the torch up and saw him sitting there with his hands on the side of his stomach with blood dripping from it, he looked at Jill with his black eyes and sharp teeth, Jill gasped in shock.

"Your hurt, here let me help you" Jill reached over to help him but he growled at her and she backed away, she walked out of the room and grabbed her first aid kit and turned the light on so she could see him properly, he mostly wore black and white and he had a spiral cone nose and dark black long hair. Jill kneeled down in front of him and showed him the first aid kit.

"Look, I can help you, I have a first aid kit to help your wound" She smiled at him and then he looked at the first aid kit and remove his hands from his wound, Jill moved over to the side where he was injured and grabbed out the antiseptic to ease the pain. Jill poured a little bit on a rag and placed it on his wound, he grunted because it stung but he tried his best to cooperate.

"what is your name?" Jill asked as she was tending his wound.

"J-Jack, Laughing Jack" he said trying to feel no pain as Jill was tending his wound, she looked at him and wonder why his name is Laughing Jack.

"how come you call yourself Laughing Jack?" she asked, then Laughing Jack looked at her and took a deep breath.

"I'm a clown, I used to be colourful but then one day my colors washed away, and all I could think about was to kill little children and pretend that I am their imaginary friend to kill them during the night" Laughing Jack, watched Jill as she bandaged his wound up and then she looked up at him.

"Oh, I see, well your all bandaged up and I will leave you in here to rest" she got up off the ground and grabbed her first aid kit and walked out of the room and closed the door. Jill thought  about his smile and how greatful he was when she fixed his wound up, she couldn't stop thinking about him all day. Jill got into her pyjamas and went to bed, she dreamt about Laughing Jack all night.