Psychopaths Laugh Novels & Stories

Damon's face goes pale and he starts to pull back but then Garrett does something unexpected. He laughs. Not just a small laugh, but a full-blown hysterical cackling that echoes off the stone walls of the holding cell. It's the kind of laugh that makes your skin crawl and says someone has completely lost their mind.

I need them alive and crazy to retain my position as the best psychiatrist that ever lived. Hahahahaha! Yes, to more crazy people! Fill the world and make me rich. I was interrupted from my thoughts by the clearing of a throat. I looked up and saw that the lawyer was watching me with a bit of fear in his eyes. That was when I realized that I had been smiling happily all the while I was reading the document. My grin turned to a smirk as I stared the man down. He must think I am crazy evil for grinning while reading the biography of a crazy ass arsonist. Well, I don’t give a crap. I am crazy!

My laughter grows and grows , until it sounds psychotic and I seem like a manic . “What the – “ I hear her whisper to herself. I tilt my head a bit , and begin straighten my head to face them. I hear her gasp at my demeanour. The blood that leaks from my nose is now dripping down my lips. After I stop laughing , I wipe my thumb across the bloodied trail , messing my thumb with my crimson blood. While locking my eyes with her terrified ones , I place my bloodied thumb in side my mouth feeling my lips clasp around it. My tongue licks the blood from of it ; while doing this I feel another blood trail forming. When I take my thumb out of my mouth , I feel my teeth messed with blood making me fe

His face turned violet, and veins started to pop out of his neck. I feel like killing him, but I won't. I told myself I would try to live a normal life. I removed my hands from him, and he fell down gasped heavily for air while coughing. I looked back and saw the hooded guy crying. This is my first time seeing a psychopath cry. "Brother!" He shouted and went to his twin brother, who was catching for breath. Does this mean they can feel emotions? "You, I will kill you!" He screamed and hugged his brother.

How cruel could these people get? “There,” He laughed, covering his mouth with palm, “That’s the look I love to see on your face. You look so beautiful whenever you look like that, trust me.” Then like a psychopath, the smile vanished from his features. “Unfortunately for you, sweetheart. These rumors wouldn’t stop flying around until you accept to be mine. Say yes to me, c’mon, it’s not even a big deal.” He added. “It’s ridiculous that you think anyone would believe this crap!” I snapped at him, clenching my fist in anger.

Luca, on the other hand, has been going crazy since his kids were taken from him. They were all he had left. His neighbors heard him breaking things so they called the police. Luca was taken to a facility after his tests came positive for PTSD and disruptive behavior. Days passed, and he stayed quiet. Cooperative, pretending to be fine. The doctors bought it. They thought he was getting better. Not until one evening, during a shift change, Luca made his move. A nurse had forgotten to properly secure the door after checking his vitals.

Whispering more words to him, I let out a mocking scoff as I spoke out in hope that he would finally quit his shit at last, but that never did happen, cause as soon as I ended my sentence was as soon as he bursted out laughing once again. Laughing at me with tears gathering up in his grey damn eyes as if I was nothing but a foolish clown. With teardrop spilling off his face, he takes my hand off him once again, before immediately dusting the part I touched him with his other hand. Taking my hands off himself yet again, I watch as he uses one of his fingers to wipe the tears away from his eyes, before shifting his gaze back to me in the same psychopathic manner he had stared at me when he wal

John remains silent in his arms, afraid to even blink or move a muscle. His face cracks up in a smile, “Wererabbits? Haha! You're so kind.” he laughs sarcastically and even worse, with a menacing face. “You think this is normal?” He points to his face with the knife, breaking into his skin and he doesn't even flinch. I can already tell I'm dealing with a psychopath. “Then what are you?” the blood trickles down his cheek and he's still sprouting a smile. John looks like he's begging God to be anywhere but here right now while I'm trying to remain calm and access a way out of this.

The two bodyguards stood still when they heard me laugh. “Take it easy because I’m not crazy. Can you believe that now there are psychopaths who want to play games with me?” Believe it or not, it’s up to them. walking slowly toward the window; I picked up the bed cover that I used to wrap the man’s head. “This ... I used to wrap his head earlier.” I was babbling like a depressed person. How come? The psychopath made me feel depressed to the point of disgust. I continued walking while the two people were just listening. Then take my laptop that fell. Maybe it’s broken by now. Shit!

Then he laughs. Not a polite chuckle. A full, head-thrown-back, shoulders-shaking, I-can’t-breathe laugh that echoes off the walls like a madman who just heard the best joke of his life. I sit there clutching my fake notes, smile frozen, brain buffering. His craziness is pretty serious.