Laughing Jack Creepypasta Novels & Stories

in here?" she asked, looking at the laundry basket. Her voice was soft and groggy. Jack cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. "Oh, I was just looking around, I don't know if that's okay by you." He said, trying to hide the terror in his voice. "I didn't mean to wake you up." "I don't want you in here." She deadpanned, her voice suddenly gaining so strange strength. "I am too embarrassed." She added with a childlike giggle, pulling him towards the door, "The washerman comes in once every weekend to do my laundry, but he's not been coming for a while now, you see.." She yawned thrice, pulling him towards the hallway. "I thought I locked that door. How did you get in?" She paused to ask,

Deep in the midnight, even if the person is the strongest of men, he'll definitely be affected by that laughter. Not to mention that this person was Jack, who wasn't a fan of horrific things. Goosebumps instantly arose from his skin, and his hair stood on end. Immediately, Zenos' handsome face and towering figure appeared on his computer. The recollection of the scene is enough to make Jack shiver in fright. Jack shamelessly sprawled on the floor and continued to plead, “I'll do anything. Anything to get that virus out of my baby…” Jack's system is his life.

Finally, I tumbled and landed with a heavy plop into a roadside ditch. The dirty water splashed into my mouth. Johann, however, tenderly helped Eva up instead, who feigned a stumble and fell to the ground. "Eva! How could you be so jealous? Did you hurt yourself anywhere?" I was the one with a bleeding gash on my forehead and painful scrapes on my palms and knees. Even my back and ankle were throbbing in excruciating pain. However, Johann acted as though he never saw me fall in the first place as he helped Eva inside.

They all nodded, and I turned towards Jack. Jack opened the iron door, and instantly we could hear the noises we couldn't hear before. We listened to growls as a horrible stench flowed into the small room. Very light, I could hear cries, I could hear laughter, I could hear talking, I could hear everything. Even a girl's heavy breathing as she cried. And a knocking of something metal. Jack walked down the wooden stairs into the warm room. He just stopped and looked towards the opening, his face draining of blood. His body shook as I walked down to him,

He sneers, leaving his desk and stepping closer to him. Stomach rolls in fear and he immediately bends his head back, shaking it rigorously that if care isn't taken, it'll fall off. “N-no, Sir!” Jack can swear he can smell the urine that's almost leaking out of his groin. “Good.” He stops where he is, letting Jack release a short live breath. “Now!” He barks, suddenly.

Sharp, gleaming fangs poked out as he licked his lips. The shadows around him twisted and shifted, my eyes followed the movements and the shadows morph into… babies! Tiny, eerie babies with hollow eyes, their wails echoing in the silence. My legs felt glued to the ground, and every instinct screamed at me to run, but I couldn’t. Jack tilted his head, his glowing eyes piercing through me like he could see every dark corner of my soul. His aura was suffocating, dripping with danger. My heart pounded in my chest, so loud I was sure he could hear it.

I was trembling when I ran into them. Because of that, the video on my phone was not very clear. But as soon as I played the video, the meeting room immediately erupted. Just a moment ago, the colleagues who had been concerned about Jason avoided him. “No way! Mr. Jason, did you actually do this? You used the Melvaris scam to swindle Ms. Clara for money?” “You almost fooled me! You’re terrifying!” Someone even reached out to touch the blood on Jason’s face before saying mockingly, “So, it was all fake? There’s basically no difference between you and a husband who kills his wife for insurance money.”

“In fact, you can punch it if you want. Or try having a shark metahuman grab you and pin you to the ground.” “Are you trying to sound sexual right now?” Watson, Rachel, Emily and I gave Jack a stone cold look for his inappropriate joke. Watson placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “We admit you’re funny. But right now...it is not the time, bro.” “Right. Right.” Jack nodded, his blonde hair bouncing at the action and he bit his pointer knuckles afterward. “Sorry. I’ll stop talking now.” “Thank you.” I said and turned to Rachel again. “As I was saying-”

“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

Even Lilith, who missed her swords, taught her only to touch a weapon again. The leaves on the trees didn’t stir and the clouds didn’t drift. Even the insects in the air were frozen in place as if trapped in a time freeze; we were the only ones that moved. With anxious glances, the others turned back. “It seems we became ghosts again,” said Jack, a man who liked immersing in alcohol more than anything. “I won’t taste beer again, such a shame!” he sat down his hands on his head, lamenting.