Sour Candy Into Sweet Candy (Laughing Jack x reader)

Chapter 1

(C/n) is country name
(S/n) is sister's name
(S-d/n) is step-dad's name
(F/n) is friends name (girl)
Ect.
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(Narration)

You, your step-dad, mom and sister all moved from (C/n) to Britain. Unfortunately you had to leave your best friend, practically sister, (F/n) and your little group of spook hunting friends behind. Your step-dad didn't help either because he never truly took time to understand you. You didn't want to understand him. He always yelled at you for the smallest of things and grumble under his breath about you. Your sister, (S/n), usually the talkative one had gone silent sense the move, only speak small, whisper like words every now and then. Your mom practically was trying to take it slow with you and your sister.

(Your P.O.V. )

Great, just great. I thought as we were driving to our new home. We had just got a new home in England, meaning that we had to leave (C/n). Looking out the window I kept thinking. I wonder what (F/n) is up to.

"(Y/n)." My mom spoke.

"Yeah?" I asked back.

"I know it's hard but please try to get used to it." She answered.

"Alright." I said.

"Hey (Y/n) maybe you can look at the house history, we didn't get much time to look through it." (S-d/n) said.

"I guess so." I answered back. My mom pulled out a bag, grabbed a folder and handed it to me. I grabbed it and started to look through it but there were only three pieces of paper in there. The first paper was telling us about the house the only thing that caught your eye was that the house was last owned in the 1800's. Finding it odd that the houses wasn't own for a long time you skipped the second price of paper and went to the first. The first paper was telling you about the very first owners of the houses.

The first owners were a married couple and that they had a son named Isaac. Apparently Isaac was sent of to boarding school an his mother was murdered by the father and the next day he was hanged at the gallows. (yes it is hanged, hung is used for objects not for people.)

I turned to the next page and the next owner was the boy Isaac. His story was worse though. Isaac had killed many people in the attic and when the police founded him he was tortured to death by an unknown person. They even found many torture tools, a bed Board with straps on it, his remaineds,  and a chair made of a human.

Shivering at the thought you spoke up,"could you guys pick a more creepier house?"

My mom turned back to look at me and my sister looked at me with wide eyes.

"What do you mean (Y/n)?" My mom asked.

"Oh I don't know maybe that the fact that there were MURDERS in the house kind of rings some bell." I said.

"M-murders?" Your eight year old sister stuttered out, hugging her rabbit and blanket tight.

"(Y/n), quite trying to scare your sister." My mom said.

"I'm serious!" I yelled a bit louder.

"(Y/n), don't yell at your mother!"
(S-d/n) yelled.

I shut my mouth and looked out the window. My mom turned back around and (S/n) looked at here lap, still as pale as a ghost. I put the house history in my back pack. Man this feels like the longest drive of my life. And it's only a half hour more until we get there in this stupid rental car. I put in some music and stared out the window again. Suddenly your phone vibrated. Looking at the screen you see you got a message. Unlocking your phone again and pulling up you message. The text was from (F/n).

(F/n): Hey guuuuurrrrl

(Y/n): Lol, hey.

(F/n): Hows the house? Is it ghost infested?

(Y/n): We haven't gotten there yet in a half hour we will though. And it might be I was looking at the house history and apperintly there were a bunch of murders there.

(F/n): wooooah, you should hunt for ghost there. Anyways how are you?

(Y/n): As tired as the dead from that plane ride.

(F/n): Gee I bet. Anyway gtg got 2 do things miss you lots!

(Y/n): IMPROPER GRAMMER!!!

(F/n): Lol I know how much you love it.

(Y/n): LIES!! Anyway bye.

(F/n): bia!

Leaving the messager, I hit shuffle on my music list and just listen to music for the rest of the drive. I closed my eyes and remembered all the fun time (F/n) and I had together.

Often times we would go to abounded places at night and search for ghost or go into the woods and stay up all night just wandering around. You two were the weirdest people in your grade and enjoyed spooky things. You guys had a small group of friends who enjoyed the same things and would often bring the along your spooky adventures. But you were closer to
(F/n) more than anyone else. Heck you would call each other your sister a lot too.

Soon you drifted off to sleep with you ear buds still in your ears.

(Comment down below: Whose your absolute favorite Creepypasta? Mine is Laughing Jack but some of you read any Creepypasta x reader so I would like to know.)