Jane Creepypasta Novels & Stories

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

“Tara, let me go!” I watched, eyes wide as Jane finally heard the screams. Her eyes widened. She started to turn her head, slowly, so slowly. The man’s eyes met mine over her shoulder. He smirked, a cruel, knowing twist of his lips. Then he moved. His arm swung. Claws, long and black, extended from his fingers. The movement was too fast to follow. All we heard was a wet, slicing sound. Jane’s head left her shoulders. For a second, her body stayed standing. Then it crumpled. Her head hit the stone floor with a sickening thud and rolled, once, twice, coming to a stop just a few feet from where we stood. Her eyes were still open, filled with horror.

She had tried to hold onto me, but I shoved her off and walked away from her. I jerked awake, shivering and afraid. I grabbed the bottle of water by my bedside and gulped thirstily. I could no longer return to sleep for fear of seeing Jane in my sleep again, but even being awake was scarier, because I kept feeling and thinking that every creepy sound was her. The entire night, I was haunted by the thought of Jane. I brushed and showered early in the morning; never have I been grateful that it was dawn already, because the night had been too scary and creepy for me.

She was about to bolt when he caught her arms. He swiped everything away from the desk and placed her on it he pressed his lower body on her holding her in place. . He smiled cleaning the blood from his mouth where she slapped him. His smile wasn't cute rather it was creepy to Jane what kind of freak did she sleep with. what was she thinking? He kissed her lips aggressively and Jane kept struggling below him. Jane succeeded in pushing him away she rolled off the table hitting her back on the ground but she had to get away from here. She regretted that she and him were the only people on this floor.

Jane had drawn a rough sketch of a man she called her Aunt's friend. 'I hafe been hafing bad dreams. I am fery scared. It is dageros for Leila." David tried to process it. He wondered what Jane meant by the last statement. He looked to the next page. He read through. 'I know him. Why is he there? He flashed his scary teeth at me.' David was getting impatient. Who was Jane referring to? He flipped to the next page. 'Why did they look so moch alyke? I saw him today again. He looked frendly. Why did he look lyke that in my dream?'

Jane’s POV I felt like if I blinked for one second, I would miss it all. It was heat and cold altogether, embracing me. It had to be the waves and the cold it carried. I wrapped my hand around my frame, wishing I hadn’t listened to Laura and her choice of clothing. Wishing I hadn’t come here at all. Because, deep down, I knew all it took was one wrong move. He looked like the night, with dark hair falling across his face, dark eyes, and an imposingly tall frame. He overshadowed everyone easily, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

The alpha’s fangs nipped on Jules’s finger. His underwear uncomfortably wet, Jules snatched his hand away and cleared his throat, trying to push away the mental image of sitting on the Xeus’s face as the alpha licked him between his legs. What the fuck. Where was this even coming from? Focus, Jules. Turning away swiftly to hide his flushed face, Jules walked to the computer and put on his gloves—he didn’t want to leave his fingerprints anywhere, just in case. His fingers were still trembling as he turned the computer on. There was a password, of course, but that didn’t bother him. His uncle wasn’t very imaginative. It took Jules only several attempts before he guessed the password—his uncle’

I needed to tell Susan to get a dozen more for the weekend, or I would suffer withdrawal symptoms. “Did he tell you anything else?” I asked, bringing her coffee and the cupcakes to the table. Trisha sat down opposite her. Amy raised her eyebrows, like gathering her thoughts through the fog of exhaustion in her head. “He was born there when the asylum was still open, and remained there after the courts closed it. Plenty of bad vibes around to feast on for centuries. He’d never paid attention to the living until our lovely Haunter came around. Looks like he started calling on any and all entities around. He invited them to use his and his teammates’ energy to manifest. Kujo thought why not try

"A vampire." I tried to call the attention of the woman but it seems that she doesn't hear me. The vampire slowly approaching them. I shout out of lungs but I feel like I am invisible to them. I want to help them, run to them , but my feet suddenly froze on the spot. I'm not able to stay still where I stand. I can see the vampire approaching. He walked slowly, I felt very scared. Suddenly the vampire's mouth opened and the fang came out and was ready to devour them. I feel frustrated that I can't even help them. Gradually, I just closed my eyes because I couldn’t bear to see two innocent people die at the hands of a vampire. Crying was all I could do as I heard the screams and cries of the c

" Jacob's smile was a thin, crooked line. His eyes never left mine. "I dragged things out to draw you downstairs, so you'd be my witness. But since there are cameras in the stairwell, I can't leave you alive, either. I'm going to kill everyone in this building!" He clamped down harder. I'd been flailing in panic, but suddenly, I went still and met his gaze, perfectly calm. "W-what's going on…" Jacob froze and squeezed my neck harder, then seemed to realize something was wrong. "What's happening? Why am I—"