Jack The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Her nails scratch down his arm, desperate but Jack doesn’t budge. SNAP. The sound of her neck breaking is soft… but final. Her body collapses like a broken doll at his feet. Silence falls— deafening. I stare, stunned, barely breathing. Did that really just happen? Somewhere in the crowd, a horrified voice shouts, “You… you killed our future Luna!” Jack turns slowly, his expression dark and feral. His lips curl into a cold, wicked smirk. “Oops,” Then his gaze sweeps the crowd, daring. “Now…” His voice dropping to a growl. “Who wants to die next?”

he chuckled. I couldn’t resist his playfulness and smiled back, “Tell me.” “When I left the party, headquarters called about a lead to the killer we’ve been after. Frank’s killer. I’ve been in Philadelphia,” he said. “I’m not sure that I follow,” I said. He smiled smugly. “We caught a vamp in Philadelphia who fits the description of the vamp we’ve been chasing.” “You knew who you were chasing?” I gasped. “Yep.” He smiled confidently.

I knew that I might be a ghost now but I don't want to believe this. “No one has been able to wake up from the dream that you had within a day, one would need to be in the dream world for at least one month” I heard one of them and I felt my body froze with shock not wanting to believe that. I couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about. “Where is this place and what on earth is this place?” I asked and I heard them chuckle. “This is the abyss created by Stephen which was used to contain those whom he knows would want to get revenge on him” one of them explained and I felt my heart froze with shock not able to believe it.

"I don't expect you to do anything. You asked a question and I answered it. What you do or don't believe is not my problem. Go see for yourself." Jack placed his mug down and pushed back from the table. Tay just looked down as she drew her mug back to her lips. Jack stomped off toward the stairs, and continued his noisy steps up to the second floor. He began opening doors until he got to the one at the very end of the hall. It wouldn't budge. He tried the knob several times, and attempted to strong arm the door. The door simply would not open. The hair on the back of his neck and arms started to stand on end, and he felt something staring through him from behind. Jack slowly turned his head

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.

Instead, I nodded my acceptance of the fact and allowed him to continue speaking. “I’ve kept my distance from you for a reason… and it’s not what you think,” Jack said as he moved around the cave collecting a few things and placing them in a sack he’d slung over his shoulder. “I’m a vampire, true, but I drink the blood of animals, not humans.” “You’ve never drank human blood?” I asked with surprise.

I met Jack in a dark alleyway after Felix and I had completed our first assignment. We had both been shot and we were bleeding as we heard the high heels click clack towards us. He had smelled our blood and we both looked at the big man that stood in front of us wearing a skin tight dress. Jack was also Jackie and he loved to dress up and perform at a downtown club over weekends. Jack had loaded us in his car and taken us home, he was a lone wolf and preferred it that way. We became friends and whenever we travelled through Oklahoma we would drop in on him. He had cried when I called him with the news that Felix had been killed.

A reassertion of reality. The fake Katherine flickered. For a microsecond, her perfect human disguise failed, revealing the writhing, silver geometric mass beneath. "Gotcha," Jack grinned. He lunged, grabbing the flickering entity by the throat. He didn't try to crush it. He tried to audit it. Where is your funding coming from? Jack demanded mentally, pushing his debt-sight into the creature's core. The creature shrieked—a sound like dialing-up modems from hell.

Jack said to himself. It was late at night, Jack left his apartment to the streets of the silvermoon pack trying to make some new friends and gather some information about Alpha Gabriel biography and relationship life, everybody he met seemed not to be interested in any kind of friendship whatsoever with him, as Alpha Gabriel has warned everyone to be at high alert this cautious time, tho Jack didn't give up due to the rejections he received from the people till he met a young drunkard, whom fell on him, Jack slapped him and pushed the drunkard to the floor, and kept walking, he stopped for a minute.

“I know I have offended you but please, hear me out and act with caution. “I’m all ears,” Lucas replied slightly nodding his head. She puts on a smile and then continued. “Jack visited me some days ago. When we kissed, I had a flash vision of him meeting with an old bald man with a grey mustache. The old man handed him a silver dagger. The dagger has a haft with a red moon as though like blood. The old man instructed him to stab you through the heart with the dagger. I’m scared, Jack is determined to do this and I don’t want to see you dead. When Jack asked why he should kill you? The old man told him you are a werewolf and it was you that attacked the cops and SWAT team in Bailey Avenue.”