Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24883632-20140513231048

Mark looked at the clown jukebox. He winded it up and it danced. "Creepy fuck." Mark said. He didn't really like clowns. The music changed. Mark shrugged it off because it had 6 different tunes to switch from. He got out, and the clown continued to play the music. 7 days later, Mark was very depressed. His girlfriend had cheated on him, and worst of all he saw it. He threw everything around, and looked at the clown jukebox. He winded it up. He didn't know why, but he did it. It played slow and sad music. This was not one of the tunes. 5 days later, Mark killed himself. A bit of the clown fell off.

3 months later, Jane, Marks sister, winded up the jukebox. It played sad music, and she cried. She felt better in the afternoon, and winded it up. The music was the normal, happy tune. Jane was confused. She didn't switch the music, so how did it change to happy music? She left it alone, and ate dinner. She came back and hopped into bed. She was tired. Out of nowhere, the jukebox winded up. It was calm music that sounded like a lullaby. Jane slowly drifted to sleep, and the jukebox stopped.

In the morning, Jane got a call. Her father had got in a car accident and killed a lady. She was asked if she wanted to come to the trial, and she said yes. The trial finished, and she came back home. She came back home only to find her friend Loraines body laying on the ground. Her head was smashed with the jukebox. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Jane shouted. Why was the jukebox there? She didn't know what to do. She was angry. She burst open the door and ran out. She heard a noise behind her. The jukebox was there. The clown had an angry look on its face, and it started shaking. A piece of glass broke off and sliced Jane's throat. She fell on her knees, and watched as the clown started to fall apart. The head didn't fall off, and the smile was replaced by a frown. She watched as it turned back to a smile, and let out one last scream before she bled out and dropped dead.  