Jane Creepypasta Novels & Stories

"Not all good fruits come from good trees. Jane may be anything to you or to someone else but the truth is, she exists. I want to know about Jane because you wrote her name on your file. I have read the sentence where you described her as charming. Yet, you call her a demon before leaving her name blank. Who is Jane, Perer? Is she a woman you loved that is dead? I am referring to her as a woman because you said she is twenty-five and from what I know, you are not above eighteen." "Jane is a woman," I began with trembling lips. "Jane is a friend. Jane is a sister. Jane is someone who died before I was born. Jane is a distorted image that is fading slowly in my mind. She is a creature that onc

she shouted and my apartment began to rotate. Before I could say anything, she turned a vampiress and charged towards me, the next thing I felt was a sharp pain on my neck, I felt like my spirit is leaving me, I began to lost my strength little by little before I finally blacked out. . . . 🪐VAMPIRES WORLD 🪐. 👻Princess Maijat👻.

Jane's forehead creased when she saw a familiar tattoo on the victim's wrist as she scanned the papers of the victims for following up reports regarding the missing girl's case. Dragon? Jane thought as she scan the paper again, making sure she was seeing right information on the paper. Now, what does this bastards doing killing people especially students? I know that they're into prostitution and drug dealing but students from her former academy was bit of odd; she click her tongue and croaked her neck to the side as she flip the papers to look at the other side of the paper and found something that reminds her of what happened years back. Jane blink her eyes as she remembered the betrayal a

The person crouching at the entrance was Jane Sheen. Half a month ago, Jane was thrown to the top of the mountain and beaten up under Lily’s orders until she was hanging onto her last breath. Then, Lily took away her only debit card. That night, Jane thought she was at death’s doors.

“I’M GOING CRAZY!” Jane screamed, letting the documents Lucas had brought to her apartment the other day fall over her face. Lucas had never mentioned that memorizing details would be part of her role as his temporary wife. The last time Jane had to memorize so much was back in high school, specifically for her terrifying final exams. She never imagined she’d have to do it again years later. In her mind, she kept repeating the answers to potential questions she might face. Her name is Jane Sharpe. Not Jane Summers .

Haydn wanted to help her, but if he even tried to catch up to her, the woman would react as though she was being chased by a monster, dragging her body with her hands on the wall pathetically. Haydn had no choice but to slow down. At Room 606 Jane knocked on the door and walked inside. As soon as she entered the room, she could sense the eerie atmosphere inside. Under the dim lighting, she saw a few clients sitting on the couch, surrounded by a few models. There was only a pure and innocent-looking girl standing alone in front of the crystal table in the room. Jane knew this girl. She was a newly-recruited attendant called Susie Thompson. She was Jane's dormmate and a student at S University

When I make decisions about the pack I always consult with him first before deciding. “I on the other hand found Jane in the basement of our house. We couldn’t find her anywhere and that when I realized that the only place we didn’t look was down there. She was laying there in her own puddle of blood, white as snow and in pain. The doctor says that Jane is lucky, if I came 30 minutes later she wouldn’t survived it. HOW NOAH? HOW can you be so stupid by having sex with Scarlett while Jane is across from your room. You really didn’t think she wouldn’t hear you or something. I bet she did and that’s the reason she rejected you.”

I muttered, rubbing my forehead. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then Zoey frowned, noticing Jane was busy doing something because her attention wasn’t on us. “What are you up to?” Zoey asked, and Jane looked up for just a second. “Searching for something.” She replied. “What?” Curious about what gets Jane to look this serious. “Scrolling through a bitch page.” She replies, she sounds bothered, and furrows my brow, confused. Zoey's expression mirrored mine. “Jane, don’t tell me… you’re scrolling through Sarah’s page?”

“And in local news, a horrifying murder occurred in Anacostia this evening. Police just recently discovered the mutilated body of a sex worker in a dumpster on Good Hope Road. Commuters are advised to avoid the area, as the scene is closed to the public. Her identity is unknown, but her body shows evidence of brutal assault. The case is under intensive investigation. If you have any information, please contact local authorities.” The book shook in my hands. I cursed, slamming it shut. “You just won't tell me what I need to know, will you?” I said darkly. The book stirred, spine shivering. Surprised, I traced the stacked pages. A paper cut me. I winced, watching a bead of blood for

The air smelled of dust and rust odor, and there was only one dim light bulb hanging overhead, swaying gently and casting dark foreboding shadows on the cracked concrete floor. Panic set in as I tugged at the ropes wrapped around my wrists. "Where. where am I?" I rasped, barely above a whisper in the stifling silence. My heart pounded inside my chest, reminding me of the terror that had it trapped. Creak of door and I extended my hand out into the blackness to sense an approaching presence. Presence solidified, wry poisonous grin spreading her lips—a face I despised and detested. Mae. "Hi, Jane," she said, voice with false sweetness and poisonous venom. "I'm shocked you woke up. I believed y