One day after dinner a little boy went outside by himself and played around with a baseball glove and a ball. To others, he appeared alone. When in actuality, he wasn’t. He had, well, an imaginary friend. His name was Laughing Jack. A very tall, lanky slouched over clown. He has long straight jet black hair and a big swirly cone nose. Baggy patched pants with striped socks and he always smiled, let alone laughed. He wouldn’t be hard to miss, however he could only be seen by children who often played alone, and none of his clothing articles provided any color. “Laughing Jack, don’t you own any colored clothes? Black and white just looks so… Boring.” “Boring…?” Jack’s face dropped down to a severe frown. “Why does everyone say that…?” Little Tylor looked up in worry as Jack had never frowned. Jack then let out his signature dark laugh. After a minute’s time, he added, “I don’t always wear just black and white. Sometimes I like to wear… Red.” Tylor noticed Jack’s upper lip curl when he said the word “red”. He then took that opportunity to examine Jack’s profile more. Doing so, he noticed how incredibly long and sharp his teeth were. Almost like a shark’s except his looked like he had chewed an entire pack of black licorice gum. His eyes looked so large compared to the huge raccoon like dark circles surrounding the windows to his soul, if he even had one. His face looked so pale, and his expression changed to one of a famished creature’s. “Do you have any gum?” Tylor asked trying to quickly shake the sour thoughts and feelings going around in his head and now churning stomach. “Check my pockets…” Jack’s dark whisper chilled Tylor’s tiny frame. Yet, it managed to beckon him closer. He reached his petite hand into Jack’s pocket and let out a piercing scream as a sharp knife made its way through and impaled his little hand. “You’re right…” Jack busted out another laugh, grabbed motionless Tylor, leaned into his ear and whispered, “I look too BORING. Perhaps I should add some color!”