Laughing Jill Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I thought they would have run the moment they saw I’d found my wolf. As I stand outside the house I once lived in; dread fills me. My nerve endings are shaking. I’m not scared as such, but I am nervous. Jill is a witch, and Goddess only knows if she’ll use her magic on Bastian and me. If she did that, she could escape or injure us beyond repair. “We have to be careful, Bastian. If Jill manages to use her magic on us, she could destroy us.” Bastian snickers. “If it looks as though that woman might try anything, just scream.”

"Face it Jill. We have no clothing. No bathing suits. And I bet the road will be in no shape to go out shopping tomorrow. We have no privacy in this one room cabin. And everyone here has seen your lower half already. Shit, Alex is getting a helluva show right now. Just show us your tits already. It's just tits." "I'll be damned if the only ones to show skin are going to be the women." Jill said. "Oh, fuck it." She stood and pulled off her towel, turned, folded it and bent over to place it on the couch where she'd been sitting. "I'm glad I lost 14 lbs since February." Seeing her ass and most of her moist pussy as she bent over, I was glad she'd decided to play the game.

Doc asked the other human. “No,” Gunny shook his head. “But my wife, my mate, has tells. Mainly popcorn drizzled with chocolate.” “Anyway…” Jill said, redirecting the conversation. “She was at a bar in New Orleans and Wonderpup was there too.” “Wonder Pup?” Doc cocked an eyebrow. Jill shrugged as Gunny pointed at him. “He chose the name.” “We needed to call him something.” Jill pointed out. “Wonder Pup shows up and she started to go to him. One of the girls that was with her distracted her and he left.”

"That's a failure, and I'm depressed. I've walked around in my sexiest clothes and lingerie to get her attention, and she ignores me. All she's interested in is her work. I think I could go in her room nude and she wouldn't notice." Suddenly there's a loud noise from the closet as Jill runs out towards London. London screams. Her hands cover her pussy. Peyton keeps asking "London, what's wrong? What's going on? What's wrong?" Jill reaches the chair and plants her knees on the seat, between London's legs. she leans over and kisses London. The kiss goes on and on while we hear Peyton pleading for London to answer. London is moving her hands all over Jill's body.

Jill asked a bit on the defensive side. “It’s not that much a secret among us sisters, and besides, he’s not here,” Tabitha said with a glee in her eyes. “Then what the hell, what do I need to do first?” Jill asked with anticipation. “Stripp.” “What?” “That’s right, get necked and sit in the middle of the room in a lotus position.” “Ah, may I ask why?” Jill asked as she was taking her dress off and leaving her black laced underwear she had particularly worn for Blake that night.

Once freed, Jill and Molly fell to the ground, gasping for air like fish out of water. Jill was terrified and sobbing aggrievedly. "Dad, why are you doing this to me? I'm your daughter! It was Janice who killed Grandma! Why aren't you dealing with her? Instead, you came after Mom and me! D…don't tell me that she had seduced you just because she's worried that she would be kicked out!" Jill's sobs attracted pity from the public. Soon, many believed her explosive news. "This family is a mess! The father didn't even check in on his daughter and wife when he arrived, yet he tried to strangle them."

"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

A series of low, unidentifiable noises followed, and Jill was just wondering what they were doing when suddenly the bed above her creaked. 'Oh my God,' she thought, horrified, 'they're not going to . She covered her ears in disgust, trying not to scream out loud. After what seemed to Jill what seemed like an eternity, the two finally seemed to be finished, there were a couple of hasty little noises, then the door slammed shut again. Nearly fainting, Jill lay under the bed for a while, then slowly slid out and stood up. Knees weak, she crept to the door, listened for a moment, and since all was quiet, she quickly slipped out and hurried down the stairs.

And the attitude that Shane is throwing right now is just a product of the trauma that she got from those shitty pranks of Jill. “Come on, girl! You are so ridiculous! Of course not!” Jill laughed so hard like a kid. “So, what is it? Just tell us because honestly, Shane got a point. This is so unusual of you.” I squinted my eyes at her, “are you just pranking us?” Instead of a normal answer… or a more defensive one, Jill resorted with just throwing her head back while laughing like a kid. Her laugh was so loud, it is enough for me to know that she may in fact, pranking Shane and I.

Work hours came to an end and Jillian went home as usual. She kept on recounting what happened to her that day as she stepped into the subway and boarded the train. She couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that her life was about to go downhill not like it wasn’t already but she knew this time it wasn’t the regular you’ll be fine, don’t worry kind of situation. It was a twenty-five minutes ride to her stop and she got down made her way out of the subway and got a taxi to take her home. She got into her small but cozy apartment and saw Ciara already making dinner. It was already 7:00 PM. Anyone could see the exhaustion all over Jillian’s face. Ciara came up to her friend and asked what the matter