Jack The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

"Nathaniel, you like Stephen King? I pictured the Valak men reading war manifestos or ledgers of their enemies." "My uncle might. But I prefer my monsters to be fictional. They’re easier to predict," he said, stepping a fraction closer. The air between suddenly had a strange, magnetic frequency that made the hair on my arms stand up. I looked up at him, caught in the pull of his gaze. Up close, the amber flecks in his dark eyes were even more pronounced. Even more beautiful. A sharp, sudden sense of déjà vu washed over me. "Your eyes," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could catch them. "They’re so familiar. I feel like I’ve seen them somewhere else.”

Behind her, unknown to her, pressed against the wall, Mia stood whimpering and horrified, throwing up after witnessing all that had happened. Karma rolled her eyes nonchalantly, “I thought you left?” She walked over to where Mia stood shivering, “tsk tsk tsk tsk! He deserved it. And no, I am not evil. I am actually serving justice because everyone he had hurt, which includes a ten years old boy who is currently in the hospital, because that monster sexually molested him and threatened him. So you see, I am the good guy here.” Karma turned to look at her handwork, satisfied with a bright smile on her face. “Oooohhh! Your balance. Mtchew, I forgot. I have cash, hope you don't mind taking cash?

I was sat on the kitchen floor for hours. She shrugged. “It’s not something he likes to talk about, but it was probably you that brought him back. He didn’t have you the first time. Are you ready to go?”. I couldn’t believe what she just told me. Jake killed people for what? Fun? Because they didn’t have a pack? I squeezed my eyes shut; my head starting to hurt. “Leah”. “Yeah, I’m ready”. The door chimed, instantly the hairs on the back of my neck stood. Turning to look a lump appeared in the back of my throat.

I just wanted to be here. "I'm so tired...is this how handsome guys live? Can I donate my handsomeness?" "Wow, what an air guy! Go away. Where's Jack, who has no manners and is always mad at the world?" "He's in hell. They're calling for you too." "' No need! He's more suited to hell. I think Satan is his brother." "What did you say?" I slowly stood up from my prone position on the floor. I shook my whole body before turning myself on this man who swallowed his saliva and grimaced.

“Jack, you’ve been here for over three days now, and your friend's bodies have been, examined, and so was yours. We found that you and your friends have lysergic acid diethylamide in your system, which is a powdery substance that allows persons to hallucinate.” “NO, NO, I KILLED THE WITCH IF THE CAPS WOULD ONLY, LOOKED THEY WOULD SEE HER BODY, I KNOW BECAUSE I IMPALED HER.” “Jack, the only impaled body that was there was Luke’s.” “NO, NO, NO, NO I- I COULDN'T HAVE! Please just look again.” “I’m sorry, but that’s what the cops found.” “But what about my friend’s t- they were, brutally murdered in front of my eyes, I know what I saw, and that was real.”

she stuttered. One of the guards chuckled as they fastened her to the cross, but neither of them answered her question. As afraid as Crystal was, she didn’t start to cry until Jack entered the room with a whip. He gave her a cold and gloomy smile, which looked incredibly creepy in the dark, dank basement. “You killed Master Davis’s baby,” he snarled. “I am here to make you pay for that!” Without waiting for a response, Jack let the whip taste her skin.

Milo told him, watching him closely. I felt a little dizzy, watching them before I felt the whole room shift. The walls opened up more to brick walls, backing up further from me as the ceiling disappeared to open up to an early night sky. The flooring under me turned to an old sidewalk with way too many cracks. Your mother's back would surely be broken even if you tried to miss every crack. Milo disappeared from my sight along with Jack and Toru. I knew then, this was only me seeing something. The past. I could hear laughter coming just from the alley exit. There was a group of teenagers headed my way. Amongst them was Jack. He was following the group it seemed like, with his eyes watching a

- Why did you kill those unfortunates? - Well, why not? I'm a predator by nature, I like to hunt my victims: it's such a thrill, adrenaline in the blood, so I think everything is quite obvious and predictable! And they weren't all that unhappy either. Before they... how should I put it? Crap! In short, before they die, they were quite satisfied with themselves. And then again! And that's all - they are already catching butterflies in the next world! he chuckled. - Well, in general, - squatting next to John, who was still lying on the floor, he said, - we are still looking for HER. I just can’t find her in any way: eighteen girls, and all are not the ones we need. But how delicious they were!

I held my thumb and forefinger a centimeter apart and thrust my hand in Jack’s face. Jack leaned over, his shoulders shaking. “Oh, my God. That was the best damn thing I’ve ever seen.” “No, no. It’s terrible!” My sides ached and tears blurred my vision as I tried to focus on my partner in crime. “I corrupted my five-year-old niece. Stephen and Julie will never forgive me!” “Please. They’ll be telling this story for years.” Jack straightened, wiping a tear from his eyes. “This is Sparta,” he said through the laughter, shaking his head. “Awesome.”

The blood drained from my face. My heart tightening, making it impossible to breathe… He had slept with half of London, orgies, foursomes, threesomes…he was an alcoholic…reformed at least, a crackhead. Now…a murderer? Jack was a damn killer? I’d been fucking a murderer? All this while? BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!!