Jane The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Jane would never forget this face even after her death. It was HIM! __ Adrian Alan Johnson. Her abuser. Her nightmare. Her painful past. Was fate playing some kind of cruel joke with her! She felt her body tremble, every muscle felt tight as if on the verge of collapse. A wave of nausea hit her, and despite the AC running she was sweating uncontrollably under her scrubs. Her fingers curled slightly and nails started digging into her palms through the gloves. “Miss White?” A sharp voice pulled her back. Jane looked up. Dr. Roy was staring at her, frowning slightly. “Are you not feeling well? You don't look fit.”

“She has no gang whatsoever, so rumors say she works with ghosts.” “Hilarious again!” I say with a short laugh. “Duh! You mean... Horrifying! It’s much, more, scarier if the rumor is false. That means she did kill 200 people in minutes all on her own. Killing one ‘you’ would take half a second, equivalent to the blink of one eye. So… Stay. The. Extreme. Fuck. Away. From. Her.” I sigh hopelessly, and Jane rushes towards me, shaking my shoulders as if shaking hope and strength into me.

Amy met my eyes with a discreet nod and I followed her to the east parlor, patting Trisha’s shoulder on my way out of the kitchen. Amy waited for me to sit at my usual end of the couch under the window, set the tablets and turn the internet off on my telephone. She glanced around, as to make sure the Blotters were there with us too. Then she faced me with the most serious face I’d ever seen her. “That man is not himself,” she said, cutting straight to the chase. “He’s being manipulated by his parasite demons like a puppet.” I heard the soft beep of the touchpad and waited for Joseph to speak, but he kept typing, so I asked, “How can you tell?”

BANG. I flinched. Jane didn't even react to the pain. Her eyes stayed locked on me. Pure hatred. She started crawling toward me. Even with her useless legs, she kept coming. It was creepy, watching how she still had her sight on me. Mark grabbed me. We ran. Jane screamed after us: "You're DEAD! Mrs. Montrel, I will GET YOU! I will hurt you and give you to my MASTER!" Her voice faded as we ran. We reached the stairs. Started down.

"What? What are you talking about? Who is Jason's mother?" Dr Andesh asked and pressed a button under her desk. "It's an interesting story, but unfortunately, your people will start coming in and I don't want too many dead people in this room," Jane said and set the gun. "If you are going to kill me, at least tell me who Jason's mother is?" Dr Andesh said and Jane smiled. "The nanny who took him to the park and he got kidnapped," Jane replied with a smile, and Dr Andesh raised an eyebrow wondering how but before she could ask another question hoping to buy time for someone to come in, Jane pulled the trigger.

“Jane, I am so sorry for everything.” “You’re going to find Briss aren’t you?” Her questions were flat and level. I knew what she was implying. Get Briss and get the fuck out. Who wouldn’t? Everything is on fire and there’s a humongous, carnivorous mega-hybrid monstrosity twenty metres away feasting on warriors. “I’m not running away Jane. I promise.”

The slime demon was gone. Red and Anya had seen what had happened. Jane's hair had come shooting down shortly after the monster's intentions had been made clear and encircled the thing, pulling it up to the rooftop before it could make a sound. The two women found a fire-escape and quickly made their way up, arriving at the roof of the building just in time to see one of the demon's limbs land on the edge. Jane had ripped the monster apart. She was dripping with the green blood of her victim, and her eyes were barely human themselves. When she saw Red, the humanity returned and she dropped to her knees, crying like a child.

"Haven't you ever watched a scary movie? You can't go upstairs. You always die upstairs." Alex looked over his shoulder, his cell phone light brightened him enough to see a golden hue travel over his eyes. "Jane, I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, okay? I'm one of the monsters in this story." Jane nodded, knowing he wasn't a monster, but none of this wasn't normal. Going after the killer wasn't something she wanted to put on her résumé. She followed closely behind him, mimicking his steps on the stairs, trying not to make any unnecessary sounds. She figured a lycan could hear well like a wolf.

Trapped for years until nothing remained except a shell desperately clinging to life? Seeing the woman's face twisted with pain and exhaustion, Jane could only see herself reflected in it. She could picture her own future with frightening clarity. Years spent being used however these creatures pleased. Years spent watching hope slowly rot away. Years spent becoming so weak that standing would feel impossible. The image made her stomach churn. Without a second thought, she turned toward Liliana and smiled, though there wasn't a trace of warmth behind it. "I thought I had already seen monsters," Jane said quietly. "But now I know I was wrong. I haven't seen anything worse than you before."

“If you’re going to ask me to show up at the funeral of the person who had kidnapped my children and almost killed me before I killed her in retaliation, then I suggest you cancel that thought because I’m not doing it with you. She had kidnapped my children. That’s her crossing the line. Now I don’t care if she’s dead or alive she still crossed a line not meant to be crossed. She paid with her life. That’s good enough for me.” I sighed. On the other hand, Jane could be cold whenever she wanted to be. Someone knocked on the door with me going to open it as I saw an elder there. Something was up again which I needed to attend to. I looked back with Jane smiling at me before I knew she didn’t m