Jack The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“Security cam. Let’s see just what happened there.” They moved to the office on the other side of the blue door and Billy took control of the computer. Moving the footage back thirty minutes, he pushed play and the three of them watched in awe. On the screen, Jack Writeman began to writhe and scream. The werewolves entered the warehouse floor and approached the bed. Once they drew near, Jack’s mouth opened with fangs out and a glowing mist was pulled from the two werewolves and into Jack. The wolves fell dead and Jack broke his restraints as if they were made of peanut brittle. The holy water boobytrap released and spilled over Jack, but it had no effect. The vampire stood and walked out of

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.

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else. "Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it."

"No, to the doctor" "That masked guy is everywhere. It means i am not fully recovered or I am seeing things. Like I am also hearing voices in my sleep. I thought You assured me that I have recovered from the trauma of that accident". Not giving any chance to her doctor to speak, Juliana said. "Juliana! Juliana! Did you ask your colleagues if they were seeing that masked photographer?" Juliana's doctor asked. "That's what the problem is, Dr Linda!. Everybody saw a masked guy dancing with me at my birthday party and everybody saw that masked at the shoot today. He is not my hallucination. Is someone really stalking me?" Juliana asked her doctor.

I made it a rule never to hurt children or women. We jumped into the house through the fence. They were laughing heartily and having fun when we stormed in. Jack gave me a pistol to pull, but I didn't have the balls to do that. He took it from me, and before a few minutes, the whole family was lying lifelessly in the pool of their own blood. One interesting fact I love about Jack is that he calls the police to the location of his attack once he is done and then quickly disappears into thin air.

Melissa backed away from Jerry a bit in stunned, “AHA….. HAA-HA….. AH! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” *** RED, TRANSPARENCY, SCARLET, BLUE, BLOOD, RIVER, AND… A DEAD JERRY. “*Gasp*” Jack woke up with a start. He just had a nightmare. Although he couldn’t remember it all, he was sure something bad, as in really bad, happened to his Jer. Looking around, he was in a place with shrubs, grasses, trees… .and a sleeping Jean; no Jerry. His heart chilled, the clawing feeling of something being incredibly wrong clung tirelessly to his skin and his gulp was very obvious as it startled Jean into waking up.

"But then that bastard married you off. I tried stopping him using my brother's name but he still did. I couldn't do anything because I didn't have a power like my brother so I did what I find right." He said making her shudder in fear as he leaned to her face too closely. His face was only inches away. He was standing in a cat position while she was leaned back a little in a sitting manner. A small creepy smirk appeared on his lips before spitting out the truth which didn't fail to stop her breathing. "I killed him. I killed Jack Snider." Someone had said right. People indeed change. Some for good. And some for bad. ___________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and

But she deserves an explanation. Jack heaved himself up off the bed and headed down the hallway. He tapped lightly on Lila’s door and then opened it. “Oh, my God! I’m sorry,” he said quickly, his face flushing red. He slammed the door, trying to block what he’d seen from his mind. Lila was lying on the bed wearing nothing but panties. Her hand was thrust inside them, and she was masturbating. He felt a throbbing sensation inside his boxers – the exact situation he’d been trying to avoid a few minutes earlier.

I snarled and I was moving before I could think. I’m so fucking ready to rip his throat out for daring to show his face after what he did. But Arianna’s hand on my arm stopped me. “Wait,” she said quietly. “Look at him.” I looked nd realized she was right. Jack was not just dirty and exhausted but he was dying. His skin had a gray pallor and eyes were sunken. He looked like a corpse that was still walking out of sheer stubbornness. “Blackwater poisoned me,” Jack said his voice was rough. “When I was spying for them they said it was a tracking compound so they could always find me. But it was not. They were always planning to kill me once I served my purpose.”