Jack The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Margaret hold the two kids tight while screaming in fear. Jack upon hearing the loud scream of a woman, he looked down at the side of the stairs. He was worried that they might got bitten and without any much hesitation he jumped through that stairs to reach the second floor and he was just in time before the attacker could possibly bite Margaret and the two kids. Jack fire his AR-15 successively to shoot the attackers (living dead) , there are only five of them so Jack was easily got them shot and fell down immediately. "You alright?" Jack asked Margaret who were just standing and holding the two kids on her very tight while her tears falling down from her cheeks.

The General watches all this on his horse as he strokes the silver stubble beard on his face. “Death has come to you, Bloodsucker.” His voice confirms my doom. I didn’t think at first that I could actually die from Jack’s plan, but what if he tricked me? What if his plan all along was so that I could be delivered into the hands of General Ross? Jack is a deceptive alpha, and I think I have just fell prey to one of his many deceits. My strength is fleeting, and fear is filling up my heart. Is this how I am going to die?

I shake my hand which is hurting from the concrete wall when I hear the wolf laughing and I turn my head to him he instantly stops laughing. “Well, we won’t need you anymore now,” I say and my claws slip out my fingers before reaching inside his chest ripping out his heart and dropping it on the ground beside me. “Why did you kill him? We still have no name.” The doctor says confused. “We do. Jack. Vince found the Hunters. They are up in the mountains and Jack was with them.” I tell him as I wash the blood from my hand. “Shit. What do we do now?”

His voice caught in his throat and he held tightly onto his shoulder. Jack's eyes darted around frantically, searching for any sign of danger. His hands were clammy, and he wiped them nervously on his pants. He wanted to ask the big question but he was too weak to. "She is laying there..., cold and lifeless. You need to see her. Her parts are gone. She's incomplete. He butchered her." That did it. Jack pushed Mario off him and asked, "Butchered who?" If the stalker who called him earlier that day was Louis, then he already knew his answer.

His dry chuckle brought me out of my thoughts. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me Quinn, the Jack you know is very different from this Jack. That Jack was a different Jack, a fake Jack who was pretending to be a man he wasn’t just to get a woman he didn't deserve. This is the real Jack” He said, standing up. He carried a big log and stalked closer to me, I stared trembling on my seat, wondering what he wants to do with it. “W..what a..are yo……” I was cut off with the log hitting the back of my head harshly as I passed out.

He stopped tapping my cheeks and looked at the man behind him, the man with blue eyes. “She’s a hunter Alarick,” silver guy nodded and looked at me again. “So, did you have a good sleep?” Alarick, the silver guy asked. I groaned and look the other way, just when I am about to close my eyes, Alarick, the silver guy, softly grabbed my chin and controlled it to look at him. Both of them seemed unfazed by my presence and I can only think of one thing; they’ve killed a lot of humans that an alive one doesn’t scare them at all.

Everything was exactly as I remembered… the scratched furniture, the motorcycle magazines Jack had left, the faded curtains I’d never bothered replacing. And standing in the center of the room was Jack. But something was wrong. His posture was too stiff. His expression too blank. When he looked at me, his eyes were empty. Hollow. Like someone had scooped out everything that made him Jack and left just a shell. “Jack?” I took a step forward. He didn’t respond. Didn’t even acknowledge I’d spoken. The Broker’s voice filled the room, coming from everywhere. “Kill your friend, or watch your son die. You have ten minutes to choose.”

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

Don't let her do something foolish. It turned out that the whole death hoax was cooked up by Jack. The guy had moves. When I got to Jack's swanky pad, he swept me off my feet, literally, before I could even blink. Post-bathroom break, he tucked me into bed and tossed me his phone for some gaming. Only after I sipped down a warm drink did he strip down and slide in next to me, his hands working magic on my belly. The light above cast a soft glow on his chiseled abs, each curve whispering secrets begging to be uncovered.

I have been doing that all these years. “Girl, you good?” a croaking voice I am now familiar with reminding me of my still being alive. I didn’t say a word to her making her sigh loudly. She did not say anything making me believe she was actually gone till the voice came again. “You can’t keep hiding in here forever. You are the bravest skull head I know. You’re a sadist and my dad’s murderer but I can’t help but still like and aspire to be like you. The fact you do not let any man bring you down is everything beautiful. The ‘killer’ the world is afraid of will never act like this. This is far from you being yourself.” Each word whispered behind the door.