After that, he brought over a little girl whom he force-fed broken glass before using her stomach as a punching bag. As the weeks went by, more and more unlucky souls met their end in Isaac Grossman's attic, and as the mad Grossman's personality became more dark and sadistic, Laughing Jack's personality followed suit while he rotted within his dusty box... until one very cold December night.

The rusty nails that were holding up the shelf of forgotten knick-knacks finally gave way and the whole thing plummeted to the ground. Isaac heard the loud thud from downstairs, and decided to climb up to the attic to investigate. He walked across the blood stained wood floor of the attic, over toward the fallen shelf. Isaac brushed aside some of the trinkets that broke in the crash, when he finally came across the Jack-in-a-box from his childhood. Isaac barely recognized the old, tattered box as he picked it up and blew off some of the dust. Then, for whatever nostalgic reason, he decided to grasp the box's rusty clank and begin turning it.

A horribly off key Pop Goes The Weasel clanked from the worn out old box, and as it reached its climax, Isaac sung along with the final verse, "Pop goes the weasel..." The top of the box swung open, but nothing happened, it was empty. Isaac expected as much, and he tossed the old box in the garbage with the other broken knick-knacks. After the mess was cleaned up, he went to open the door to go back downstairs, but it was stuck. Isaac pulled hard but the door wouldn't budge. Just then he heard the most horrible raspy voice call out from behind him.

"IsSsaAac..." A cold jolt ran down Isaac's spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up as he slowly turned around... All the way across the room by the garbage can stood the nightmarish Laughing Jack. He was completely monochrome, his mangled black hair hung down in twisted locks, sharp jagged teeth decorated his twisted grin, and his arms hung down like a ragdoll with his grotesquely long fingers nearly scraping the floor.

Then, with a bone chilling, raspy voice, the fiendish clown spoke, "How nice it is to finally be free!... Did you miss me Isaac?"

Isaac was paralyzed in fear, "b-but I thought you weren't real... IMAGINARY?!" Isaac stuttered. Jack replied with a long horrifying cackle.

"HAHAHAHA! Oh I'm quite real kiddo... In fact, I've been waiting such a long time for this day to finally come... When I can play with my best friend for life... One. Last. Time!" Before Isaac could reply, Jack's long arms stretched across the room and wrapped around Isaac's legs.

The twisted clown began pulling him closer, dragging him onto his own wooden torture bed as Isaac's fingernails scraped along the floor. Ignoring the restraints, Jack swiftly grabbed 4 three-inch long iron nails from the workbench and pressed them straight through of Isaac's hands and feet, nailing him to the wooden torture bed. Isaac growled in pain as he shouted at his captor, "AAAH! FUCK YOU! GOD DAMN CLOWN NOSED FREAK!!"

Laughing Jack just chuckled, as he forcefully held Isaac's head in place stating, "If you can't say something nice, then don't say anything at all!" Jack reached his long crooked fingers into Isaac's mouth, firmly grasping his tongue and stretching it out as far as it could go. The clown then reached back and grabbed a long sharp knife from the table and slowly began to slice through the meat of Isaac's tongue. Once lobbed off, Isaac's mouth began to overflow with blood. Jack responded by shoving a small cylindrical metal tube trough Isaac's throat to act as a temporary breathing hole. At this point Isaac was already in great pain, and had his eyes clenched shut to avoid seeing the sickening horrors that were being performed upon his body.

"Come on, it's no fun if you don't watch!" Laughing Jack said playfully, but Isaac kept his eyes tightly shut. Laughing Jack sighed, "Suit yourself." Jack then forcibly held open one of Isaac's eyes. He reached back with his big arm and took out some long pointy fishing hooks from the workbench. Slowly Jack pushed the sharp end of the hook through the top eyelid straight through the bottom of the eyebrow and out the top, permanently pinning it open. Then, he took out a second hook pushing it through the bottom eyelid and pinning it to the cheek. Jack repeated the process to the other eye, and before long, a series of sharp metal hooks made sure Isaac didn't miss out on any of the action. Laughing Jack then took the same knife he had used to lob off Isaac's tongue and began to focus on the removal of Isaac's lips. Jack carefully sliced two long strips of flesh off of Isaac's upper and lower mouth, causing his teeth and gums to be completely exposed.

"Hmm... looks like someone hasn't been flossing regularly..." Laughing Jack cackled under his breath, as he reached back and grabbed the hammer. Isaac attempted to mutter some kind of beg for mercy, however only gurgled moans escaped his throat. Jack raised that hammer into the air and, with a twisted grin, he slammed it down, giving off a loud CRACK as the iron hammer shattered Isaac's teeth like brittle clay. Jack dropped the hammer and began to howl with laughter as he tore open Isaac's shirt. Taking the sharpest knife, Jack cut straight down Isaac's chest all the way down past the stomach. Isaac groaned with sharp stinging pain as the monochrome monster wormed his wretched fingers underneath the skin on Isaac's chest, peeling it back as he was about to preform his horrible live autopsy.

First, Jack began to pull out Isaac's intestines in the same manner a magician would pull a series of colorful cloths out of his pocket. Then, after snipping off a small length of intestines, Jack pressed one end against his cold black lips and began blowing air into the foul organ. Once inflated, he twisted it up into the shape of a poodle, and with a loud chuckle exclaimed, "I can do giraffes too!" Isaac remained still in pain and shock, as the clown creature gently placed the macabre balloon animal beside Isaac's head.

For his next trick, Laughing Jack reached deep into Isaac's open stomach cavity and yanked out one of his kidneys. Holding it in his hand, Jack turned to his captive friend and shrugged stating that, "kidneys really aren't my thing..." Tossing the organ aside Laughing Jack noticed that Isaac was beginning to drift into death.