Jane The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Jane did not want to attract the zombies so she broke the window glass. Her and Johnson both searched everywhere but did not find anything. "I told you that we can't find anything here," Jane says. When they're about to get out. Johnson is out already but Jane's leg hits the shelf beside the window then the books on it… Fell off. She looked back and saw a note dropped on the floor, then she picked it up and read it. Johnson asked what is that? Jane said "Luis knows what caused this mess and while saying this to Johnson… A bunch of zombie started coming towards them. They ran into their van and drove off.

Now I was searching for something to drink in the fridge. I eat my food very fast. I need something to drink. Aaaaa finally I found something to drink. I took apple juice out of the fridge and closed it. I started drinking it while drinking it. I sensed someone was standing behind me. I stopped drinking. I didn't turn to see who was standing behind me. He… he…..is standing behind me. Why is he standing so close to me? I did not dare to turn and face him. I tried to slip from the side but he placed both hands on either side of me. He locked me with his hands. I still did not dare to turn. What should I do now? In nervousness l started biting my lower lip. “turned around Jane” came to his col

" I held her hand up, kissed it and held it to my chest, not ever wanting to let go. "Can you give us some time together?" Linda interrupted. Reluctantly I left the room for them, glad Jane was not a topic of the past tense. * Jane agreed to go home with me. I sat on a waiting chair. Linda had to leave for the sake of her young daughter and that left just the row of us alone here. "Are you okay mow?" I asked wuth worry when I met with Jane again.. She looked up at me wuth a smirk, "I am, but I heard sex helps you feel better." she said. I was confused and worried that she was going to suffer a lot of post traumatic stress but instead here she was being horny all of this was completely norma

Chapter 5. PUNISHMENT TO THE OFFENDER. JANE'S POV. My eyes gently open and I grind my legs together to feel the wetness between my legs. I loved it, both the scent and the feeling from it. I rolled the calculated movement on my bed, and I grabbed my phone to check the time. I smiled and remembered my dream, the manager was between my legs throughout the night. Sadly, it was all a dream. "He is taken." The evil spirit in my head reminded me, and my smile dropped.

Jane was satisfied, even though she had a minor injury. The incident started when Jane entered Jester's condominium because she installed hidden cameras and also destroyed all of Jester’s belongings, including their picture frames as a couple. But Kate suddenly came, scolded her, and threatened to report her to the police. Jane was so obsessed with doing what she wanted to do. Then she locked the door and talked intensively to the woman. She said she would also be charged with adultery because she allegedly had an affair with her husband.

He stared at Derrick in utter disbelief. "Pardon? J-just now, you said his another...no, I mean, Jane is found dead? And she is murdered by someone?" Are you kidding me? Did this guy get cursed by some powerful witches? All the women who dated him get miserably murdered? What a tragic life! Is this a coincidence? Why would the thing that once happened to him in his original world also recurring in his current body? Is he the one who gets the curse, or- "Unfortunately, yes. Jane sustained the same injuries as the first victim, with multiple stab wounds on her body. And, this is an important clue, the one we didn't close out to the public." Derrick Lee's slid a stash of pictures in front of hi

The ability to feel safe. The ability to be yourself. Predators stole pieces of people. And sometimes they never gave them back. That night Jessica couldn't sleep. Again. She sat alone in her apartment. Sketchbook open. Pencil untouched. Rain tapping softly against the windows. The city glowing beyond the glass. Her thoughts kept returning to Camille. To Henri. To the anonymous caller. To every woman Laurent had touched. Every woman who had disappeared. Every woman nobody believed. The pattern stretched backwards through years.

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I burst out. "How old are you, female?" "My name is Jane!" I growled. He crossed his arms. "Just Jane?" "I’m an orphan." He nodded, looking uncomfortable for the first time. Marius cleared his throat before saying: "My name is Marius Blaine." "I know," I blurted out without thinking. "Of course you do. The mad wolf who slaughtered his own pack in a fit of insanity," he said, his voice bitter—and I could see how much it seemed to trouble him.

"Help me!!!!!" But these unidentifiable creatures seemed to be having fun with their new game. Jane's eyes were tightly shut as she kept on screaming but soon silenced after the creature carrying her pierced her from the back with its long sharp finger. The pain stung badly and she lost so much blood instantly before going unconscious. .......