-Oh God. Oh God-

You were holding a cup of (f/d) tightly in your hands, shaking in your seat. You had been up for most of the night, after waking up in a cold sweat the night before. You'd had a nightmare, though you couldn't remember much. Just the tune 'Pop-Goes-The-Weasel'.

And the clown.

And dying.

You just couldn't remember how you died. You were certain the clown had killed you, but you weren't entirely sure how. You just remember it was terrifying. The sound of knocking at your door made you jump, and you hesitated in answering it.

What if it was another body?

"(Y/N)? Are you awake?" A familiar officer's voice came from the front door.

Giving a sigh of relief, you put your (f/d) on the table, before walking over and letting officer Della inside.

"Morning..." You stepped back.

The officer looked over you, before raising a brow, "I take it you didn't sleep well?"

"You guessed it." You walked back to the table, having a sip from your (f/d), "So what is it now...?"

"I just thought you should know that we are putting the cameras up now."

Oh right... The cameras.

"Yeah cool..." You shrugged, "Just a quick question about those."

"Yes?"

"You boys can't peek on me, can you? I don't want you to see EVERYTHING..."

"Don't worry, we won't see anything we don't need to." Della sat in front of you, letting out a chuckle, "Although I would normally say that sounds suspicious, I can understand you wanting to keep some privacy."

"Thank God." You huffed.

"So, was it nightmares or just yesterday in general?" The officer stared at you.

"A nightmare.. But I can't remember what happened. It just kept me up when I woke up, that's all."

"Right. Well, I'll leave you be then. No other questions."

You blinked and stared at him. No other questions? Really? Even after he said he would question you more today? The officer gave you a glance and chuckled, shaking his head.

"I don't need to ask questions if I'm watching your every move."

"Not every move. You aren't watching me shower."

He nodded and waved his hand, "I wouldn't dream of it, I'd be having nightmares of my own."

You frowned slightly, "I'm taking offence to that."

He shrugged, before walking towards the front of the house, "You do that. I'll be going now. Goodbye (Y/N)."

"Uh... See ya?"

And he closed the door. You sighed and finished your (f/d), before putting your cup in the sink and walking upstairs. Speaking of showers, you could really use a refreshing one. Soon enough, ice-cold water was hitting your face, and you were able to wash away the sleepless night.

The bitter-sweet cold soon turned to warmth, and after washing your hair, you felt ready to relax. However, as you dried yourself off, you couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching you. You shuddered slightly and wrapped your towel around yourself tightly.

"I thought Della said the cameras wouldn't see me..." You grumbled, clearly assuming the obvious, "Men and their bullshit..."***

Quickly getting dressed, you ran a brush through your hair and walked back downstairs. Now thinking about it, there wasn't all that much for you to do, so until you are proven innocent, you're going to be bored.

Fantastic.

So, grabbing a lollipop, you walked into the living room and fell into the couch, turning the TV on.

"Oh, maybe I should have a movie marathon..." You mumbled, scratching your head, "I need to catch up on my Marvel movies anyway."

But as the screen turned on, you could swear someone was breathing behind you. You frowned and turned around, no one stood there. Strange...

A giggle came from near your stairs and your heart almost stopped. It sounded familiar. Too familiar. The nightmare came back to you, seeing him dancing up the stairs, happily humming the -now cursed to you- nursery rhyme.

He was in your house. He had to be!

Jumping up quickly, you ducked into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife you could find. No way was he going to kill you now. Another giggle came from the living room, where you had just been.

-Is he messing with me?- You thought to yourself, -Or chasing me?-

You growled to yourself and slowly edged out of the kitchen, glancing around the open area. No clown. Signing, you lowered your arm, twirling the knife in your fingers. He must have left. But where could he be now?

Then you felt it, a tingle went up your spine, a chuckle came from behind you and you slowly turned. The stripy clown stood, leaning over you, he had a smile spread across his face that was anything but friendly. He let out a giggle and stepped forward, leaning his head towards your own.

"I put the laughter in slaughter you know~" His smile widened, "And the fun in funeral!"

You were frozen, your muscles had turned to stone. The clown seemed pleased to notice this, and he jumped closer to you, kneeling to your height.

"What's the matter Lollipop? Scared?" He let out a cackle and leant back, "I can't wait to rip you to shreds, we can't have those annoying police officers after me now. That'll ruin the fun."

"L-Lollipop...?" You managed to stutter, watching as the stripped murderer rocked on his heels.

He chuckled, his shoulders shaking slightly, before he stood, "It's too lonely in here, I hate it. Children!"

You watched as a misk appeared over the flooring of your house, and slowly the ghost children were back.

-Were back...?- You thought to yourself, before the memory of them in your dream flashed through your mind. Your (e/c) eyes widened as the children started towards you. The clown watched in pride as they floated over, all looking around the house.

"There. Muuuuch better!" The clown smiled, "They can keep you company!"

You stared at the dead children, their grotesque bodies making you feel queasy. Being able to see into their stomachs, their chests and even one or two their heads. You started to shake, before turning back to the clown and frowning.

"Get out of my house..."

"But why would I do that? I'm having sooo much fun!"

"You're sick! Twisted!"

"Glory is reserved for the twisted minds." He held up a claw matter-of-factly, giggling away.

"Get out!" You jumped up, having a sudden burst of adrenaline. You swung the knife that had been gripped tightly in your palm at the tall killer.

He stood there as you sunk it into his stomach, black ooze seeped into the bandaging wrapped around his waist. At first he stood there, shocked that you had attacked them. Your eyes widened as he then started to laugh, the same maniacal laugh you heard those few weeks back.

"Well that wasn't very nice." He stated, before picking you up in his claws, "That's not how you treat guests."

"Wh-What... What are you?!" You backed up, leaving the knife in his abdomen.

"The names Laughing Jack, Sugar!" He gave a bow, pulling the knife from his body, "But LJ is perfectly fine. Just don't tell the cops or.. I'll have to silence you."

He giggled and waved the knife at you, making you step back and into the table. He giggled as you cowered away, before placing the knife on the kitchen bench.

"No, I prefer these..." He held up his claws, "It's a lot more fun using your own hands to rip into the bodies of your victims."

You covered your mouth, "Sick!"

"Fun!" He giggled, "It puts the fun in funerals!"

You shook your head in disbelief, before looking around the room. Could you run to the front door? Get the attention of the police?

There was no way you were going to let this psycho stay here any longer, no way he was going to torment or murder you, he had to leave now. You took a deep breath, before sprinting towards the front door.

A grunt came from behind you and a clawed hand wrapped around your arm, yanking you back. You struggled against the tightening grip and glanced back at the striped clown, who was frowning and reaching his other claws toward you.

He had you, was pulling you closer. You were a goner. So you did the only thing you could think of doing, and let out a loud scream. Startled by the volume of your voice, Laughing Jack let go of you, still frowning.

Suddenly your front door burst open and about three or four officers ran into the room, all holding guns. Panting, you hugged your arms as they surrounded you, all scanning the room.

"What's wrong?" One of them asked.

"H-He was here." You mumbled, "He was in my house, he had ghost zombies, and he was going to kill me!"

"Ma'am, this is no time to be joking around. Not when you are our main suspect for these murders." Another said, dropping his weapon.

"But I'm not joking! He is standing right there!" You point to a blank spot, before blinking, "I mean... He was..."

The officers shook their heads, before putting their guns away and walking out. You stood, still staring at the space the clown, Laughing Jack, had been standing in not even a minute ago. And yet, even though he wasn't there.

You could still feel him watching.

***please note this is not saying men are like that, she is just jumping to conclusions, it's sad I have to specify this you limp noodles