Jack moved into your house not so long ago. My parents didn't know anything about him, and when you talked about him, they blamed it on your wild imagination.

You've often heard the giggling and stomping of the monster's long thin legs at night. He also often crawled under your bed and scratched the floor. You've seen him force more often, but not completely.

One day his creepy jokes turned into a kind of perversion. You felt how, in the semi-darkness, Laughing Jack began to lick your hand, which peeked out from under the blanket, with his long tongue.

— Mmm.. A delicacy.. ~

He croaked, trying to make his voice sound more dirty and frightening.