Jack in the Box

Does anyone remember owning a Jack in the Box in the early 90's. You know the box with a clown/jester inside with the Pop Goes The Weasel tune winding the thing up for the "surprise".

Growing up, it was my favorite toy. It would always startle me at random points. Of course, as I grew into my teen years, I was tired of playing with it and put it in a "Childhood Toys Box" for my children I was hoping I would have one day.

Many years later, when I had settled into my own house just in the residential area of Anaheim, California, I was doing my first "Spring Cleaning" living there. I started with my attic with all of my boxes.

Most of my boxes consisted of a bunch of photos from my years growing up. Then I was faced with the toys box, and the top of the toys was the Jack in the Box.

Curious, I went to my kitchen table and sat down. I began to wind, and to my surprise, the tune was playing, but it was was distorted. I continued winding.

About 15 seconds later, the box cracked open, and the clown came out. However, the clown had red tear-like going down from its eyes, and seemed like freshly new wet red paint.

With curiosity racing through my mind, I rubbed a little of the paint on the tip of my pointer finger, and I realized it was a stream of blood. I quickly slammed the box.

I continued with my cleaning of the attic. When I finished, I decided to microwave my left overs from last night dinner. Going downstairs, I noticed blood stains in my carpet.

Naturally, I was worried that something had happened (I have no pets in my house) and went searching for a cause. In my living room, I found in the middle of my floor was the Jack in the Box. It was like spilt water, except a big blood stain. Then I notice a knife in the right hand of the clown.

I walked up and proceeded to pick it up. In my hand, the Jack in the Box had been all bloodied up. Then, all of a sudden, I felt something violently stab me.

With a sudden pain, I look to see my wrist was bloody, and I looked at the knife, which had blood on it. I ran to the kitchen and chucked it into the trash.

To this day, I still believe that fucking toy had some demon possession or some shit. I will most likely never know, but I know I will never in my lifetime will ever own another Jack in the Box.

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