Jack The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Jack says trying to look at him in the rear mirror. "Fine. We got kidnapped. In the morning, after you guys were gone, Alice and I were walking to class together. Then I don't know, I just felt uncomfortable so I turned around and surly there were two guys with masks following us. Then I told Alice to run and before I could move one of them caught me and suffocated me with what seemed like a napkin? And the other guy got Alice and did the same thing. Then I don't remember what happened after that because I guess we passed out. Then when I woke up, I was in this really white and bright room, and there was this guy in front of us who turned out to be Alice's uncle," both Sally and Jack gasp an

Jean said in an angry voice. “It means you already decided me as a killer and now you are trying to fit the consequences and the evidence in me. And I won't let you do that. If needed I'll find that Dr. Killer myself and then prove how wrong you all are.” after saying that Jackson anxiously stood up from the chair and stomped out from the room.

"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 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.”

After being found out to be a soul sucker, Sylar instructed her to feed from Calix only because of the plethora of souls he has collected and it would be a less dangerous solution. Jack: A fledgling found on the streets by Lyle and Milo. During the night he was turned into a vampire, his maker was murdered by vampire hunters. They sent a clean up ground to get rid of the human bodies his maker had drained (Jack's friends). Little did the hunters know, Jack had been turned that night. Scared and alone, Jack grew more monstrous and less human for the next two years. After being drawn back to sanity from the blood bath, Jack becomes obedient to any hard and raised voice at him (Especially when

- 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 years he'd built himself into a weapon. He told her about his first job. A man in a warehouse. The organization said he's a trader who had sold them bad information—people had died because of him. Vincent was fourteen. He didn't check if it was true. He wasn't supposed to. The man looked at him and said, "You're just a kid. Go home." That was worse than a fight. He pulled the trigger anyway. Then he went to a motel and sat on the floor of the shower until the water ran cold. He didn't cry. He just sat there trembling, watching the water go from pink to clear. He told himself the man would have killed someone else. She felt something tighten in her chest. Not fear. Not disgust. Something