Jack The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Jazz answered softly. “Thought I was getting old,” Tina admits. “I think someone stood in my bedroom last night. I also think I heard the clicking of something. I just stayed motionless.” “I think we should leave before it gets dark. Problem was I don’t know where he was. Grandmother if I am right, that’s one creepy man. Jack and I think he murdered a couple of women. We found their bones in that nearby lake.” “If you are right, how did he know where to find you after all this time?”

He leaned against the window, hand over his mouth, but the smug little smile creeping across his face gave him away. A she-wolf passed with a stroller. The pup inside squealed, waving tiny hands. Jack ducked his head, trying to hide the joy bubbling up. Fingers tapped the wheel like he was holding back a howl. My stomach twisted. He was high off the affair and the fantasy of fatherhood. Didn't even flinch at my lame excuse. But Jack might already be infected with Corrosion Sickness. I had to get tested. Now. Because I had someone to protect too.

- Hunter replied just as pissed off. We arrived at the burial site and Jack kept walking, what the fuck did the beast do? We doubled several times until we arrived at a mausoleum, he opened the padlock and the lit candles inside the place illuminated almost nothing. — If I die, I want something like that. Hunter exclaimed. — If you die, you'll become fish food – I remembered the reason that could take our lives. Jack pulled a drawer so hard it fell to the floor when the end opened, we helped him pull out the rest and there was the closed casket.

"This isn't a dream. You're awake." "No. This isn't real!" I stood to my feet abruptly, my mate was knocked back. Who was that man,the wolf man?,why did my father and Johnathan kidnapped for money and what did that man mean by he raped jack sister?why did he want to kill me and thinks jack doesn't deserve a mate. "This isn't happening." I stopped, suddenly very tired. "What just happened jack,do you know the man you just killed?"I asked secretly admiring my mate handsome face this close.

Finally, he said, “Listen, Cadence, I’ve been having some really bad nightmares. And maybe it’s because everything that happened that night was so unusual, or maybe I’m losing my mind, but I don’t think Drew really fell down a cliff and cut her neck on a rock.” Cadence was stunned. She took a moment to collect her thoughts. She turned to her “old reliable” question and asked, “Can you tell me more about that?” Again, Jack hesitated. It was almost as if he thought someone was spying on them, and if they found out he suspected someone had altered their memories of what happened, they would find him, drag him away, and no one would ever hear from him again. “Well, you see, Cadence, every night

Before he could comprehend the situation, he was flung aside. As soon as Jack looked up, he caught sight of Quinn's stunning visage. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he would have done anything to be with her. He was completely unaware of his impending doom as he scrambled to his feet and said, "Did you come in after me? Are you perhaps captivated by my looks? Come on, come over here. I've crafted a perfect way for you to meet your end." Quinn's gaze fell upon Jack. She saw that the mask had fallen at his feet. He was undoubtedly the serial killer, and his face was as grotesque as his mask.

Wait, don't tell me you're supporting this psycho," and he was waiting for her response. "What? Me psycho?? I know I've been a pain in the neck, but are you aware of my other side? " Why do you ask? "What? " "I'm a zombie and I eat brains. Now let me start with you." Sapphire immediately stood up, but Jack was quicker. He left the dining room with chicken in his hand, while Sapphire followed him. . . . ….

I'm on my back on the floor, held by the big man and the other sick werewolves, all of them exchanging smirks with each other when Jack caresses my breasts. "Mhm, so full and nice!" Jack says and dips down his head, licking my nipple and making me scream. I don't want this! "Why are you doing this?!" My face is hot with tears, my heart threatening to pound its way out of my ribcage. I hate feeling so helpless. "What will your mate think if they find out you raped a girl?!" Jack laughs. "They will never find out." I stare up into his cruel face and shriek when he starts pulling down the hems of my pants. His hands are cold and relentless. Nails dig into my skin, sliding down closer to my neit

Jack returned to New York City. This time, he did not expect to meet four psychopaths. All four of them had typical antisocial personalities. Not only did they use vagrants to raise maggots, but they also used to abide by the rules at the entrance of the kindergarten, specifically targeting young girls, raping them, killing them, and dumping their bodies. However, Jack had already set up a set time card for them. He planned to let them experience the reality that evil ways can be inflicted upon them as well.

I stared blankly at the photo until Jake finally forced the words. “Ryan, was Jackla’s fiancé,” Jake said quietly, sealing the trap around us. “On the very day he was slaughtered, he was standing at the altar, about to marry her.” A dark, humorless laugh choked in my throat. I had slaughtered my own wife’s fiancé. The cruel irony of the universe was absolute poetry. “Which means only one thing,” I whispered, the crushing weight of the revelation settling heavily into the marrow of my bones. “Jackla could be a werewolf hunter too,” Jake chipped in, his words dropping like lead weights into the silence. “And she was probably directly involved in your father’s execution.”