Psychopaths Laugh Novels & Stories

I tried, but every time I looked at Ryan’s furious, trembling face, the laughter came back twice as loud. Directors stared at me like I’d just gone mad. Roman choked on air. “Heavenly Lord… that was your card, bastard?” He chuckled too. “A chronic cheater who never believed in faithfulness is angry that his ex-cheated? The earth must be flat.” Attorney Vernon slowly lowered his coffee cup, squinting. “Ah. The trauma laugh. Very therapeutic.” Ryan, on the other hand, looked like a pot of boiling oil. “STOP LAUGHING!” he shouted.

I abruptly turn on my heel and duck into a brightly lit seaside gift shop, pretending to deeply inspect a display of cheap, tacky shell keychains just as they pass by the large glass window. And then, I hear it. Through the open door of the shop, Sydney laughs. It is a loud, uninhibited, musical sound that pierces through my chest. She has never laughed with me that way. Not once. In all the years we spent together, her smiles were always guarded, always calculated or politely reserved. But with him? She laughs like she’s entirely safe. A dark, toxic impulse flares up inside my brain. I want to pull out my phone, step out of the shop, and follow them. I want to snap a picture of the pristine

Sadistic psychopath. That's what she just called me. No one has labeled me as sadistic before. This is a first. Evil, arrogant, cocky... yes. But sadistic? No. Nevertheless, I'm impressed. I let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking my head. Then I shrug nonchalantly as I look ahead. "If that's what you choose to call me, baby..." I meet her eyes again and clarify, "Well, psychopath? Maybe. But sadistic? Nah. I was just stating facts. After all, I major in psychology." I wink, and she visibly grimaces.

My face felt like it was going to explode any second if I kept on trying to suppress my laughing emotion. ‘Pfft! Priya, please regain control immediately. I really can't hold my laughter!’. I said to her. Honestly, if I were in a close area, I would have let out my laughter without a care in the world. But right now, I was in the midst of other people. If I suddenly burst out laughing while an emergency was going on, would they not think that I was a psychopath? “Ha-!”. Before I could laugh completely, Priya took control, but since I could still see what she was seeing, I laughed out to my heart's content in the abyss.

The shock that this caused in me was more than strong, my eyes soon filled with tears and my choked screams rumbled removing even the echo that was made throughout the place. "Damn you, a thousand times cursed. " Faced with my despair, such a man began to laugh, loudly raising the same mysterious laughter that I had originally heard, victoriously bragging about what he had achieved. He laughed and did it with so much joy that it could be noticed that seeing two lifeless people before his person was nothing, so it does not cause any feelings on his part, so such a man was extremely cold and totally indifferent a disastrous and complete monster of living flesh.

I jangle the silver chains keeping me captive, but he doesn't budge. Instead, a weird sound started to rumble up his chest making his entire body start to shake and it was only seconds later I realized that he was laughing. A boisterous laughter rocked his big frame, and he pressed a hand to his chest while it subdued. "Ahhh," he sighed, a wide creepy-looking smile on his face. "It's been a while since I've laughed that hard." The smile immediately vanishes off his face and, in its place, the cold mask. "You think that a little I'm sorry will take away the pain and hurt that has accumulated over the years, and will make me stop what I've planned for you? You're joking."

He stopped to look around the seemingly empty place and smiled. " Good thing no one is going to pity you. Even if my folks were here, they would not have pity on you and that in itself is a delight. Knowing that I work with psychopaths like myself gives me so much pleasure!" He burst out laughing and then he started to take small steps towards me .

he smiled, holding back a laugh. "Okay, okay, my turn, ehm, thank you for letting me befriend a murderous psychopath at the age of five," unable to contain ourselves anymore we both burst out laughing, "I don't think we're very good at playing this" I manage to get between our fits of laughter. "Or maybe, we are just playing it incredibly well" he beamed, as both our laughing died down. "Next one, what about me is the hardest for you to understand?"

Lucian leaned closer, staring straight into her bulging eyes, and then. A smile bloomed on his lips. It wasn't a human smile. No! It wasn't a normal smile. It was twisted... Empty... Psychopathic. So disturbing that everyone instinctively took a step back.

Fortunately for them. The leader met my gaze, his eyes pinning mine in a cruel, horrifying glare. His scar worsened things. Then he burst out with laughter. Not just any laughter, his body was shaking and his eyes closed as he threw his head back, laughing so hard like there was something else behind his laughter that I didn't know. Maybe it's not me. I looked at myself again. My skinny jeans aren't stained, and the Sue's T-shirt I had on isn't that bad either. So what can be the cause of his laughter?