Psychopaths Laugh Novels & Stories

Fear crippled in my veins as he continued laughing, enjoying my fear. His eyes gleamed with a madness that was impossible to ignore, his expression contorted in a way that made him appear more like a deranged creature than a human being. He was looking no less than a psycho who actually needed medical help. "Aww, how cute you are!" he laughed once again "You really thought that I would..." His laugh stopped him midway but I didn't find anything funny in it. "I would leave a bullet in it. I read your moves even when my back was to you. I just wanted to test how long you can go," he again, "you are truly adorable."

getting up and running as far as i could get from this psycho but his reaction was disgusting. He laughed like he was enjoying it? "You can run for not for too long!" He threw the knife towards me and it hit me in the right shoulder blade. I let out an ear piercing scream. I could feel the pain escorted by th4 dense liquid oozing out. "Hahahahahha" his laugh made me sick to my core. He is psychopath. i closed my eyes not wanting yo look at blood because i have homophobia.( fear of blood) i will pass out if i saw blood.

"Getting close to me. The fake relationship." "Yes," he said. Simple and direct. No attempt to soften it. "God," I said, pressing my palm against my forehead. "I really fell for a psychopath." Something broke open in his face. A laugh — low and short and entirely genuine, the most unguarded sound I had heard from him all morning. "Yes," he said. "That's not funny," I said, but something was happening to my own mouth that I was not entirely in control of. "No," he agreed, still with the ghost of it on his face.

He screamed again, dazing at the other man who had fallen to the floor. Collins formed his lips into a sinister smile and began to wipe the blood spilling from his nostrils with his elbow. "You fool..." He voiced and threw his head back with his mouth stretching to his eyes. His body began to vibrate as he howled with miserable laughter. "You fool.." he repeated again, shaking his head in the air. "And you think it's funny? Have you always been a psychopath? I am giving you the grace to turn yourself in or else, I would report you to the Police. You know that getting proofs means nothing to... "

He looked at me with a psychopathic look I had never seen before. “Trust me, you don't. I fucking torture them. Slowly cut into their skin until they scream and beg for me to stop. But I love it when they beg. I feed off their screams. It only makes me want to keep going.” His voice was low and cold, his expression turned dark and sinister as he looked at me like I was his very next prey. I was startled by the sudden change in his personality. “And that’s how you do it. Scary, right?” I blinked a few times as I watched him get back to his normal expression with his usual smile.

I countered, "I actually do think I'm senile sometimes. I have weird dreams and think of weird things; I've even met the grim reaper a few times. I think I'm way past senile, don't you think?" I heard laughter after my rant; was he laughing at me? How's the grim reaper capable of producing such a cute & gentle laugh? He was beyond rude, but blessed with cute laughter. "That's wasn't me; I don't laugh. Laughing doesn't suit my line of work. That was my scythe." "Quit reading my mind! How do I shut you out?" I paused, "Wait, your scythe can laugh?" My eyes bulged at the craziness I was experiencing. This was beyond the norm. As I was thinking of this abnormality, an orange smoke appeared.

I say. He stares at me, a smile shadowing his lips, and then laughter erupts within his throat, feeling the whole room. He stared at me and burst into an uncontrollable psychopathic laughter. “Don't lie to me,” he warns. Aderline rushes within me; it's as if he can read me. “I am not lying,” I say, trying to hide my uneasiness. “Do I look like a coward to you?” He asked in a clam-collected morbid voice, raising an eyebrow at me with a stupid, handsome grin that could have fooled me.

Finally, the bitch keels over and does the unimaginable. She laughs. Loud, raucous laughter. The sort of thing you find in bars or between a group of high school boys—it’s so echoey and unsettling that we genuinely have no clue what to do about it as it’s happening. So we let her finish, watching her hair crook forward and her entire body vibrate. I spot the Nester mark on her hand, and I only feel more unsettled. When she’s done, she comes up and wipes her eyes clean of tears. Through her receding laughs, she breathes, “Wait… are you guys being deadass right now?”

You're a man who pays to have other men murdered. Harper held his gaze with him for a very strained, long moment. And then, in a sudden flash, a low sound came out of his body. It was a laugh, low in his stomach, and it grew richer and fuller and more real. It was not the laugh of a cornered man. It was the laugh of a king being assaulted by a commoner.

We both sit in silience i glance at ya hafiz and i mentally laugh, he look ridiculously funny, his afro hair uncomb sticking at different direction. Don't laugh,don't laugh, don't laugh my subconscious keeps telling me but the more i stare the funnier he looks and i burst into laugh. I laugh so hard that tears begin rolling out of my eyes, I muffle my laughter and clean my teary eyes and look at him. "You think this is funny right,