Laughing Jack

It was a normal evening after work. You were driving home after a hard day at work, today was a hard day. The road home was through the forest, a dark, impenetrable forest, usually driving in the evening was scary for you, as there were rumors about some black and white clown who ate or killed people. But these are just rumors? Right? Definitely rumors?.. A calm ride was interrupted by a man who ran out onto the road to your car, the light of headlights, the sound of brakes. You almost crashed into him. You heard a nasty, creepy laugh coming from that man. Looking closely into the darkness, you saw him! A black and white clown, about whom legends were told. Goosebumps and cold ran across your skin. You closed the open window of the car and tried to calm down, closing your eyes. But then, a couple of seconds later, you heard the sound of a claw knocking on the window, such a nasty, scratching sound, after which a voice, but how?! It was impossible to hear him through the closed window

-Hahahahaha! Open the window, please, open it. "I need help!"

The last sentence of this damn clown sounded like a mockery, sarcasm over his victims, over the corpses

-OPEN THE WINDOW, YOU DAMN BITCH!