The Jester Doll

Once there was a boy named Jimmy. He lives in Athens, Georgia, and is an average teenager in his third year of high school. He does pretty well in school. He’s very popular, chill, and most of the students like him. Above all, interestingly he likes talking to girls the most. Currently, he has a crush on a girl named Breanna. To him, she’s his most difficult challenge yet. They chat on MySpace a lot. Part of it was the fact that it seemed that she never had time to talk to him. ‘Why not, I’m a great guy’, thought Jimmy. That thought was followed by ‘I bet it’s because she’s busy with other guys’. He frowned.

One of Jimmy's hobbies is gawking At Breanna's pics on MySpace. Especially the hot ones. ‘She is so sexy’ he thinks to himself while gawking. Jimmy is known for being sly and smooth with the ladies. Not to mention adept at flirting.

He is careful to maintain his popularity. He veers away from anything or anyone that so much gives off a hint of what has the capability of making him infamous. His best friend at school is named Sam. They pretty much rely on each other for everything. They hang out almost every day and stick with each other when some shit goes down.

Sam stilts that he too is into females, but also implies that Jimmy's appetite for the girls is too peculiar. ‘give them a second to breathe’ he would say. Jimmy always counters that Sam needs to get out more. They were only joking of course.

Jimmy lives with his mother and father. The next-door neighbors are immensely acquainted with them you could say. Jimmy loves his mother most above all. He always supported her and is in acknowledgment that she’s a great mother. His father on the other hand was a bit strange. Jimmy loves him, but there is something out of line that he couldn’t put his finger on. He seems to spend too much time at work and comes home acting a bit weird. He also seemed to be having issues with his job. He argued with Jimmy’s mother. Sometimes it was very serious. This makes him curious about what the hell goes around in his father's work. It stresses him out. Almost more than his younger brother Max.

Max is two years younger than Jimmy. Their relationship is nowhere near healthy. Maybe a small factor maybe because of the fact Max was adopted. They find it impossible to get along. Even to live together. They argue seemingly 24/7. Every now and then, they’ll come to terms, but not often. They try to keep it out of their social lives at school. Meaning they refrain from establishing their presence to one another. However, one time Max got In the way of Jimmy's interactions, and ever since then it’s been a war of revenge per person. Endless wise. Jimmy became sick of it. Max didn’t understand that he had nothing to lose. Jimmy actually interacted in his school. He went out on dates. He was invited to parties. Max didn’t have to deal with any of that. The result of that fact means whenever Jimmy got the chance to humiliate Max and put him down, he took. Max crossed the line. Jimmy made a vow to make Max's life miserable no matter what.

Max did attempt to make friends and get a girlfriend such as Jimmy always does. However, every attempt to do so was foiled by Jimmy. Even when Max presented his skills, the crowd usually disowned him. Both personally and in the popularity list. Max had no idea of what to do. He knew his life would always be ruined. The only skills he possessed were minor magic tricks. Jimmy would frequently remind him of what a loser he was. That no one would ever want him. Jimmy would go into deep detail. Sometimes the aftermath of the harassment, rendered Max consciously hopeless. Even Maxes couple of friends he had, stayed away from him. Some even never talked To him again. Max seemingly lost all hope.

Max went to rely on the only person who would feel real sympathy for him. Carrie. The neighbor's niece. She was very strange. Decently attractive but mentally unstable. One year younger than Max, they hung out almost every time she was over for the holidays and summertime. Max tried his very hardest to conceal his relationship with Carrie. To be sly. He was extremely careful. No telling what horrors Jimmy would spit out if he saw them together.

As Max ranted to Carrie, she apparently fondled with her red hair. She was probably getting nervous. Or bored. One or the other. They were surprised at Max's house. Everyone was gone for the evening. His mother at a church meeting, his father working, Jimmy with Sam preparing for the school's event. Strangely, a package arrived. Carrie pointed it out. Max gestured for her to help him open it. It was in a 5 ft well-sealed cardboard box.

“What the hell is this”? said Max. He pulled the mini papers taped onto the front of the package. He checked the destination. Nothing. Then the initial location. Nothing.

They finally got it open.

“What the fuck”! Exclaimed Max. Carrie got a little frantic.

“If- fucking hate it!” She said uneasily twisting ends of her hair on each side of her head.

“Who wouldn’t”, replied Max.

“Who and why the fuck would someone send this here”, said Max filled with genuine surprise in his tone.

Carrie replied trembling more than usual.

“Jimmy's friends”?

“That’s a good answer, but how the fuck would they have pulled it off? The USP guy just handed this to us”, implied Max.

Max started to feel a cough coming on. His lungs automatically felt irritated. He began to have a coughing fit as if he was dying. Carrie tried to calm him while looking for stuff, but nothing helped. His face became pale and he fainted. Carrie called Max's parents and they came right over, thanked her, and took Max to the hospital. They ruled it out as an intense asthmatic breakdown due to overwhelming amounts of stress. They didn’t have time to inform Jimmy. That and they knew he probably wouldn’t care.

The night came when Jimmy and Sam went to the high school party/event. Jimmy returned home to find the house empty. He shrugged it off at first. He thought nothing of it. He got onto his big HD laptop in his room upstairs. Prior to logging in to MySpace, a Yahoo story popped up. He gave it a quick glance and decided to take a peep at the article. It was about the recent disappearances of children in the area. ‘People’ thought Jimmy shaking his head. Jimmy logged into MySpace and began watching some music videos, checking his messages, and reading interesting blog stories. Soon he began chatting with his crush Breanna. She said she had to go a few minutes after IM chatting. Xoxo was her final signature. Jimmy set his elbow on his desk and put his chin down to his palm. He began browsing the posts and connects on the blog stories. Then he got a story invites. It was labeled #1 hot topic on the site. According to the tags, it was shared many times. The original issuer was not listed. The comments implied the story was creepy and disturbing. As soon as Jimmy clicked to pull it up, another mini page came up. It was pink. ‘WARNING: DO NOT READ: click on the X’ was written on the mini page. He clicked out of it and read the story anyway.

The story was about a guy who dresses up like a clown and slaughters kids and puts their heads in a special bag after gaining their trust. Apparently he’s the candidate upon the inspection that says he’s a known serial killer. He was blamed for the children’s disappearances. A current father of one of the children apparently hunted him down and blew his head off. There were even pictures of the dead body of the clown killer. Graphic and grotesque. ‘Photoshop’ thought Jimmy. The most conspicuous part of the story was the ending. It said that the friend of the last kid of the father who the killer murdered began to have uncontrollable nightmares. He began to believe that the clown killer is actually not dead and that he even sees him sometimes. On that note, there was a newsletter informing what the kid was experiencing. Then it said now that you saw his body, he’ll be coming to haunt you too. Jimmy let out an amusing smirking grunt. He thought it was pretty stupid and ridiculous. Definitely fake thought. It’s gotta be. Although he tried to act tough such as if the story meant nothing, he knew it was chilling and unsettling. He shrugged it off. He went to lay on his bed to relax.

Then out of nowhere, a hideous, light demonic clown-like laugh filled the atmosphere. It sounded as if it was downstairs in the garage or something. Jimmy immediately rose up and shook his head. He rubbed his ears as well also to ensure himself. He sat up the next 10 seconds, heard nothing, then lied back down. He shrugged it off as his imagination due to what he just read.

It’s been three hours since he’s read the story. Nobody’s home. Breanna, who’s usually online, isn’t even connected. Bobby had the computer hibernated 2 hours ago. His lights were out. He attempted to crash for the night. He tried his best to not think of the stupid clown story, but for some strange reason, he found it difficult. The more he thought about it, the more unsettling it became. He slept, when he was awakened by a monstrous, possibly mind induced gust followed by that creepy demonic clown laugh. He immediately rose up and turned on the lights. It’s 1:38 on a Friday night. Jimmys first thought was to lay back down, but changed his mind once he thought of how he was awoken. He made his way downstairs. He turned the lights on. He spotted a sticky note he missed earlier on the fridge. It read, ‘ We took Max to the hospital, please remain here till we get back, Love mom’. It was indeed in his mother’s handwriting. The doorbell rang seemingly out of nowhere. Jimmy tried to hide his facade for company as he went to get the door. He opened to find Carrie standing there looking as tired as he was. The awkward thing about this still was that she was holding the 5-foot toy clown.

“Carrie? What the Hell are you doing here at this time”, he demanded. Without changing her expression, she held out her arms containing the weird toy.

“Max said this was yours”, she said innocently. Jimmy shook his head. Before he could reply, she spoke.

“He says he wants you to remember him, and that he’s sorry”. Upset and too tired to ask questions he accepted her offer and shut the door in her face. He never thought much of Carrie, so why give a shit? He looked at the face of the clown, disgusted.

“What the literal hell is wrong with these people”, he said disgustedly. He set it on the kitchen floor and put four of the couch cushions on it to cover its whole visage. He walked back upstairs. When he entered his room he froze in horror to the toy clown sitting on his bed. Not knowing how to react, he immediately picked the clown up and threw it down the stairs with brute force. He proceeded to brutally thrash it around. Kick it, punch it, and yell at it. He stuffed it into the trash can and piled all the trash he could find on top of it. He locked the top of the can with a chain and a lock. When he went back to his room, the clown was sitting in the same spot he saw it before, only closer to the edge. This time he felt as if he was ready to pass out. He refrained as his heartfelt as if it was going to tear itself from his chest. Jimmy ran downstairs not bothering to touch the clown. He pulled out his phone and dialed Sam. He kept a close look on the stairway leading up to his room. Sweat ran down his face. Sam picked up.

“Dude, What do you want? It’s four in the morning” demanded Sam with exhaustion.

“Just shut up and get your ass over here. I got something fucked that’s definitely worth our while”, replied Jimmy. Sam sighed.

“Alright. Be over in 10”. In the meantime, Jimmy paced anxiously and tried to come up with reasonable ideas that made it so his mind could cope with the fact this toy clown is appearing from one place to another. ‘The heinous acts it performs has to have some sort of drive behind it’ he thought to try to soothe his feelings. In reality, the fact of the fact is It’s downright terrifying.

Sam rang the doorbell. Jimmy let him in.

“Alright, this better is good”, said Sam.

“No, it’s NOT good. It’s downright horrifying!” Exclaimed Jimmy.

“What is it”? Demanded Sam. Jimmy turned his head to find the clown slouched where the staircase began.

“Really? Are you serious? Is this a fucking joke?” said Sam with ridicule.

“No, asshole, wherever you put it, it moves when you leave, to another location”, scolded Jimmy. Sam had a look of ridicule and concern on his face toward Jimmy. Jimmy shook his head.

“Alright. Let me show you”! Began Jimmy. As soon as they turned their heads the clown was no longer there at the entrance of the staircase. Jimmy pointed it out. Sams's mouth hung open in shock.

“Holy shit”! Exclaimed Sam with fear in his voice.

“I think I’m scared shitless”.

“Tell me about it”, replied Jimmy. Sam turned to Jimmy.

“We have to destroy that thing”, demanded Sam.

“I tried to trash it heavily already”, countered Jimmy.

“Have you actually tried to DESTROY it”? Demanded Sam. hey exchanged glances. They made their way up the stairs. The toy clown, seemingly out of nowhere, fell or jumped from the ceiling where its presence was not detected, onto Sams's back.

“Fuck! Get it off”!! Panicked Sam.

Sam elbowed it off of him after his thrashing fit.

“Let’s hurry before it goes again”! Demanded Jimmy.

One glance was all it took for the toy clown to vanish from their sights.

“Shit”! Exclaimed Jimmy.

“I’m not taking any more chances. As soon as I see it, I’m going to burn the fucker completely into ashes”! Promised Sam.

They eventually saw it posted somewhere. They immediately grabbed it and threw it into the fireplace. They lit the gas heater after inserting firewood. They watched it burn. Their frantic minds even calmed down it was so relieving.

They went up to Jimmy's room. Jimmy got on his huge monitor computer, and Sam just looked at his phone on Jimmy's bed.

“Hey bro, I’m going down to get me a snack. Do you want anything”? Asked Sam.

Jimmy shook his head, eyes glued to the computer. After 45 minutes, Jimmy decided to check on Sam. He had a smile on his face as he descended the stairs. That smile turned into a frown of horror. Sams's head was crammed into the fridge. A long pool of blood staring from Sams body reached all the way where the entrance to the staircase was. His throat had been cut. Jimmy felt anguish and fear like none other. He zoomed upstairs and shut his door. He locked the door. He frantically pulled his phone out dropping it a few times. Then seemingly out of nowhere, diagonally behind Jimmy, the clown appeared and latched onto Jimmy. Jimmy fell back in shock. The toy clown then jabbed a knife into Jimmy's ribs. It went in pretty deep. When thrust out, a splatter of blood became apparent on the wall and the computer monitor screen. Mostly the monitor. On the monitor was Breanna's chatbox opened. It read:

“Jimmy, I said yes. I’ll marry you for that. Hehe. No seriously”.

“Jimmy, you ok”?

“Alright, fuck you then. I’ll just find someone better to talk to”.

The chatbox closed.