Laughing Jack Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“She’s trying to help you stop spiraling.” After a brief hesitation, he stepped back to his original spot and folded his arms, watching me closely. “Just hold on,” he added. “She’s doing this for your own good.” The deck tilted violently beneath me as my legs finally gave out. I dropped to my knees, my vision blurring as a burning tightness wrapped around my lungs. Someone nearby let out an awkward laugh, clearly unsure whether this was serious or just uncomfortable. A friend hesitated, taking half a step forward as if to help me up—

The scent of urine hit me first, acrid and sour, mixing with the already putrid aroma of blood and sweat. The dark stain spread across his pants, his knees knocking together as he shook uncontrollably, his entire body a trembling, pathetic mass of regret and wasted breath. I exhaled sharply, my lips curling in disgust. "You're fucking pathetic." Jack let out a choked sob, his back pressed against the door like a cornered rat, his eyes darting wildly as if some invisible escape would present itself. Nitwit.

He licked the blood on his lower lip as he pushed me away. “Mesmick was also a child!” he yelled. “WASN’T HE?!” I couldn’t answer him as I froze with my eyes wide open in shock. Jack had just turned into something I couldn’t recognize anymore. “Like I thought” he said violently moving my hands from his half way zipped jacket. He moved away from the door while stretching his head. He headed for the table which had few empty beer bottles. I was sure he had been drinking. He then picked up one of the full beers and opened it with his mouth.

Since my mom and I always spent most of our days in the store, she created a space where we do all our cooking. We drove for two minutes, no one wanted to initiate the conversation. Mr. Jack asked "where is your house? let me drop you. After today I don't want to ever see you again." Hearing this I was happy, finally, I will be free from his terror. Mr. Jack brags a lot, but at the same time, he always keeps to his promise. His only problem is against women, he can't do without tipping them off with aphrodisiacs before having pleasure with them. He loves to play the victim role.

Sabtu malam di sebuah kamar yang penghuninya sedang asyik sendirian. Entah apa yang sedang dikerjakan Janu. Matanya fokus dan tak berkedip menatap layar laptop. 'Jack, nongkrong, yuk.' Sebuah pesan masuk ke ponselnya. Ternyata dari Abraham. Janu yang sedari tadi hanya bermalas-malasan segera membuka dan membacanya.

“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.”

After few minutes, he fell asleep. It was one o' clock, Jack got up from his sleep. There was long hairs on his whole body, strange patches appeared here and there, fully fur sprouted from every inch of his body. Large, hairy, dangerously clawed hands, a slimy and dog saliva-like substance was oozing out along with blood from his snapping joints. He came near the window, looked at moon and started howling loudly. He started scratching the door to open it. But it was locked from the outside. He screamed, started throwing the things here and there inside his room. " Good morning Jack, get up dear. It's time for the breakfast." Jack's mom said.

TWENTY-FIVE It wasn’t Liz on top of him anymore. Lightning recollection struck and burned: Jack, the man who tried to kill him, the man who wielded scissors, a feral opportunist with short-cropped hair and hatred in his heart. Crests of dead trees grew out of his back like angel wings. That hateful face perched at its center, eyes weeping blood. Lips parted to spit a severed centipede at Michael’s face. “Ever wondered what it’s like to be cut?” asked The Beast inside his attacker. No, not inside. This was Jack. Its voice undulated, hummed, the brushing of fly wings over rotting road kill.

Chat only. LimberJack: 💩 fine. can I tell you a secret? 🗝 LonelyGirl: Yeah, of course 😊 LimberJack: I've never cum so hard and fast before. I feel like a teenage boy again. 💦💦💦 LonelyGirl: That's sexy and revealing... how old are you? LimberJack: I'm not a teenager anymore, sweetheart. And you're fucking sexy. You don't even know it, which makes this cat and mouse game so much better.♟ 🐈‍⬛ 🐭 ♟

“Not tonight Jessica” Of course. “You’re right”. She smiled. “I should have aimed higher”. It happened so quickly, my hand shot out wrapping around her throat. I squeezed tight. “Leah”….. I could feel my wolf within me. I could feel her trying to scrape her way to the surface. My eyes focused on Jessica’s I smirked. “Jack do something”. Lacey yelled. A snarl fell from my lips as I turned my head my eyes landing on Jacks. “Yeah I ain’t getting involved”. Jack held his hands up. “She’s an Alpha alight”. It was a whisper but I heard it.