Laughing Jack Creepypasta 소설 & 이야기

Cold sweat trickled down my spine, the rumbling vibration ping from my phone coursing through my entire body in quakes. Fear slowly crippling me…I couldn’t stand upright, my eyes fluttering shut. Jack wasn’t just a sinful, sex lunatic…he was a diabolical monster. A cold-blooded monster. OH GOD! I cried, thudding limply to the hard floor.

he closed the door after him. Jacky was scared to death. The building he was in was looking very creepy, and he thought he saw something crawling towards him. He screamed, and held his hand over his face in an attempt to block whatever was coming at him, but it was nothing. He dropped his hands by his sides, and began to shake, "Dear God, please get me out of this," he clasped his hands together, shaking like a leaf. Something crawled over his legs, and he quickly brought his legs close to his torso hugging himself. He looked around, there was no way he was going to stay in this creepy looking place.

This was Lisa, the girl he was hoping would hand him her soul and body, the least he could do was extend her the same courtesy. "Not good. I can't believe she's gone." And just like that, Jack felt the sadness of that day return. He couldn't say more, the size of the lump in his throat was as big as a tennis ball. He wasn't sure if it was because Lisa was finally there or if it was the usual 'calm before the storm' phenomenon but it was suddenly too much. Jack never cried but he felt himself choke and his eyes burned.

Breaking free of the police officers' hold, he threw himself toward the gurney where my corpse lay and tried to stuff the mouthpiece on the cylinder through my tightly shut lips. "Take a breath… Please, just take a breath… April Fools' Day is over… I won't play a prank on you ever again… Please just open your eyes, even if it's to curse at me…" Nevertheless, my corpse lay there quietly, stiff and cold. Rigor mortis had caused my lips to pull up slightly, making it look like I was smiling, like I was mocking him. My spirit floated above him as I gazed down at everything happening. I watched as he hugged my body and bawled like a baby, watched as his tears splashed against my swollen face.

He couldnt stop him stealing kisses here and there. They were tired of playing games and now Daniel had pulled Jack in between his legs watching some horror series. Jack was never a horror movie fan. While Daniel loved. And it was about a psycho killer who turned out to be a ghost. They had pulled a comforter on both of them while Jack would peek from the duvet whenever the murderer would appear on screen.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

If you're really a Ford, I'll let you use my head as a soccer ball. The room burst into laughter. Mia's face darkened. Her voice turned cold. "Logan, enough. Keep this up and I'm really breaking up with you." My consciousness started fading. My limbs turned cold. Darkness crept into my vision. With difficulty, I turned toward a blurry figure near the doorway. Using the last of my strength, I forced out: "Help... me..." Aaron burst out laughing. "Who's going to save you? Your fans?" The crowd laughed as they shoved me back into the liquor again.

We were a panting mess. The cold was long forgotten as our bodies were covered with beams of sweat. "Fuck," Jack muttered, his hand pressing my hips closer to him. I wrapped my hand around his neck and slowly, my fingers moved up his jaw and I slipped my thumb finger into his mouth. His tongue wrapped around it, sucking on it as my walls creamed his cock. I brought my head to his and pulled my thumb out of his mouth and ran it across his lips. "Tell me, Jack. How did that feel?"

His lips tilted up in half a smirk. “Second, what the hell happened to you? You look like you’ve been through world war I and II.” I laughed at my reference but Jack hadn’t found it funny. However, his lips lifted up with a smile larger than life and I was all of a sudden scared. “What?” I asked, slowing backing away from him in case he’d finally turned crazy. “I got laid last night.” My nose wrinkled up in disgust. That was not information I needed to know. “Ew! You didn’t need… ugh!” I smacked his arm, trying to shake off the images popping in my head.

That was payback for my spoilt phone. Jack growled as he pulled me back and roughly slammed against the wall, pinning me down. He tore the cloth I had on and they all laughed as I was left in my undies alone. He tore my panties and pushed his finger deep into me, stroking my core. He leaned closer, his breath coming out in fast paces and my eyes widened as I realized he was going to rape me, right there with his brothers laughing. "Oh no!" I cried, trying to get away from him. "Please let me go."