Laughing Jack Creepypasta Novels & Stories

That monstrous laughter echoed in the room. Amara looked around in fear but found nobody. She squealed aloud closing her ears and eyes drawing everyone's attention in the house. Her grandparents rushed to her rescue. "Amara what happened to you my child?" Lima asks in perturbation hugging her to the chest like she was a baby.

Snapping back to the present, she said, “Werecat? Like werewolves? That can’t be real.” At the mention of werewolves, both Laura and Luke flinched, visibly disgusted. “We are nothing like those hounds,” Luke said, his voice smooth, the sound vibrating in Jackie’s bones. “We can control ourselves. And, not to mention, we smell much better.” A laugh broke free from Jackie’s lips, sharp and disbelieving, bordering on manic. ‘I’ve lost it. All of this can’t be real. These people are crazy! I need to get out of here. I need to find Drea.’

Jack walked up to his desk and immediately turned on his computer. After entering his password and fingerprint, the computer did not start up as usual, but instead went black. He furrowed his brows, feeling a sense of foreboding. Just as he was about to shut down and restart the computer, several animated characters suddenly appeared on the screen. Richard sometimes watched cartoons, and Jack had seen them occasionally when he visited his old home. He recognized the characters as Peppa Pig and her family.

“The Death Inquisitor really shouldn’t have left them a shortcut! These animals don’t deserve to live!” “F*ck them! We can’t let them leave alive!” “Don’t worry! Even if there is a shortcut, it’s not something stupid pigs like them can find!” In the darkness, the corners of Jack’s mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold and cruel smile. At this moment, he looked very terrifying. His large mouth opened naturally, and his two rows of teeth that were as sharp as sawteeth emitted an extremely terrifying aura. Jack used a Nightmare Butcher’s Skin card.

In one swift movement Trevor jumps in and pins Jack's arms behind him and starts to drag him from the pool. "Come on old man." Trevor says as he makes his way to the shallow end. "No! Don't eat me! I know I'm delectably sweet but please don't eat me!" Jack shouts as he thrashes about. "I said don't eat me!" Jack shouts again before flinging his head back and hitting Trevor in the nose causing him to let go of him. Jack makes his way back to the center of the pool again and begins to laugh maniacally. "Just you wait and see! They're gonna eat me!" Jack chants over and over.

My whole body shook with fear as he very slowly walked up to me, making it way worse. All of a sudden he erupted in laughter and looks at the other guy and says, “Wow, Jack! This is the best one yet, look at him! He is ready to cry!”, Jack also starts to laugh and replies with, “I don’t know Gary, it feels so wrong when they have these kinds of reactions”, as he says this he is peeling back the grimy clothes on this back, but what also comes off is the skin on his arms, except it’s not his skin, it’s just a bodysuit.

Finally, he said, “Listen, Cadence, I’ve been having some really bad nightmares. And maybe it’s because everything that happened that night was so unusual, or maybe I’m losing my mind, but I don’t think Drew really fell down a cliff and cut her neck on a rock.” Cadence was stunned. She took a moment to collect her thoughts. She turned to her “old reliable” question and asked, “Can you tell me more about that?” Again, Jack hesitated. It was almost as if he thought someone was spying on them, and if they found out he suspected someone had altered their memories of what happened, they would find him, drag him away, and no one would ever hear from him again. “Well, you see, Cadence, every night

I'm on my back on the floor, held by the big man and the other sick werewolves, all of them exchanging smirks with each other when Jack caresses my breasts. "Mhm, so full and nice!" Jack says and dips down his head, licking my nipple and making me scream. I don't want this! "Why are you doing this?!" My face is hot with tears, my heart threatening to pound its way out of my ribcage. I hate feeling so helpless. "What will your mate think if they find out you raped a girl?!" Jack laughs. "They will never find out." I stare up into his cruel face and shriek when he starts pulling down the hems of my pants. His hands are cold and relentless. Nails dig into my skin, sliding down closer to my neit

I feel dog rough and my body feels like I've just finished a 24-hour dance-off. "Please tell me your feeling like you've been run over while someone has used sandpaper on your tongue and little men batter your brain with oversize hammers?" both Callum and Christian burst out laughing at Jack's question “That and some more!” I crock at him while walking past him and heading straight for the coffee machine. I'm going to need that shit in an IV today!