Jack The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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!!!

This was Lisa, the girl he was hoping would hand him her soul and body, the least he could do was extend her the same courtesy. "Not good. I can't believe she's gone." And just like that, Jack felt the sadness of that day return. He couldn't say more, the size of the lump in his throat was as big as a tennis ball. He wasn't sure if it was because Lisa was finally there or if it was the usual 'calm before the storm' phenomenon but it was suddenly too much. Jack never cried but he felt himself choke and his eyes burned.

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

Calhoun's POV I see several other dead bodies but I don't even fidget at the sight because I have a strong stomach. It took me less than five minutes to know Kristen isn't here. It feels so sickening to know that Jack keeps the dead bodies of the females he has killed, and lets them rot here. It's such a disgusting thing for a person to do. But then Jack isn't sane. That's why he's called the Rogue Psycho. Cursing deeply under my breath, I leave the room and carry on walking until I see another door.

Sebastian asked. "He was Subject Zero," Jack tapped the photo. "He was a local. A trapper. One day he went out hunting and never came back." "Six months later, he returned. Changed." "He couldn't feel cold. He could lift a snowmobile with one hand. But he... he was hungry. Always hungry." Sebastian felt a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. Hungry. Just like him. "He lost his mind," Jack whispered. "He attacked my mother. I was ten years old. I had to... I had to put him down." Jack’s hand drifted to the hunting knife at his belt. "I buried him out back. Under the ice."

Bella rolled her eyes at me as I laughed. "Do you know who Jade's mate is?" Gana asked, looking at Jess. "I'm pretty sure it is Alpha Jack." Gasps filled the car. "Who is that?" I asked them, blinking with anticipation. "The Alpha Jack celeb. He's the most feared Alpha related to our pack after our Alpha. He's a monster. Stories about him circulate in my pack every month. This month, he killed a family of four because they didn't obey him. What kind of man does that?" Bella snorted.

was taken down by a slobbering puppy dog. "Come here, Jamie," Jake said and waved a bone in front of him, getting the beast's attention long enough to let Jack get back up. Jake had Jameson do some tricks, while Jack wandered over to the pit of thermite to see that Jake's ex almost got out...keyword almost. A swift kick to the nose sent the rapist back down into the pit with some colorful language, to say the least. "Damn dude, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I said, before snapping my fingers and letting three Jack 'O Lanterns fall into the pit, igniting the pile of thermite, "Who wants grilled rapist?!"

“I am not interested. Go and talk about it without me, I’m not included with you guys, anyway.” I walked. I did not mind bidding goodbye to Nikolai who was intently watching and hearing me and Clark talk. Clark followed me. “This is not a joke anymore, Xienne. Come and think about it. Two of our classmate was killed.” I looked at him. “And?” “What if someone from us is the killer.” I chortle. “You are being paranoid, Clark. Stop watching cheap horror movies. You are creating your own horror.” “I thought you are smart, Xienne. I am stating possibilities here.”

I snapped at him, annoyed he was able to grab my attention like he had. “Very well, let’s see where was I? Oh yes, one day I saw the God Anubis and was convinced I had died, I was starving and hallucinating. Anubis approached me and asked if I wanted to avenge my family and escape the dreadful place I was in. Of course, I told him I did, and before I knew it, he was biting into my neck and feeding me his blood. Only when I had awakened did I realize what had happened. I had heard rumors from the guards of monsters that hid in the dark, killing those that crossed their path or making them into the same kind of monster. Confused, I stared at an ordinary man that sat across from me, laughing wi

"I'm chasing out the monsters in the basement. What do you think I'm doing?" "I can't tell if that is sarcasm or not, but get out of there. Why don't you have someone with you or back up or whatever?" "Jack never goes out with a team," Ellie said quietly. "He doesn't play nice with others." Jack kept walking forward. The webs of crystal became long thick ropes draped from the ceiling to the walls. He followed a neat pathway cut through the middle of them. Ahead in the darkness, a piece of metal glinted off his fireball. Jack crept further into the web to investigate.