Jane The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Jane. Small. Shaky. Distant. “Kane?” His head snapped up. She was there. Flickering. Like a candle guttering in wind. “Jane?” he said, standing slowly. “Where are you?” “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I’m trying—I’m trying to tell you something—” Then her body rippled, glitched. “Don’t trust—” Gone. Kane reached out into the blackness. “Jane!” Silence.

Jane got into the house and slammed the door, thankfully there was no one in sight, they must have gone to bed, she thought She got into her room and slumped on the floor, she wanted nothing more in the world right now than to cry her eyes out, she felt so hurt at the moment She wishes she could go back in time and stop she and Cassie from leaving the orphanage that morning, maybe if they had left the next day, she would never have been raped by that monster and they would still be together by now Only God knows where Cassie must be at the moment, what is she doing right now, she misses her friend so so much, that she can't help but just cry out all her anger and frustration Jane woke up to

"I’m challenging my sister. The girl who used to share her candy with me. The girl who cried when I got married. Is she still in there? Or are you just a hollow shell made of tin?" Jane’s grip on her staff tightened. She jumped from the ship, landing on the dock with a heavy metallic thud. The concrete cracked beneath her silver boots. She walked toward me, the crowd parting like water. "Hazel, stop," Miller whispered from the motorcycle. He was reaching for his gun, but his hands were shaking. "She'll kill you before you get ten feet." "Let her try," I muttered. Jane stopped three feet away. Her face was a mask of cold, beautiful silver. "There is no Jane anymore, Hazel. There is only the H

The day she was openly disgraced for putting on blue socks instead of the school recommended white socks, she had always fund a way of running away from assembly days, Beaky and her two other friends knew about this so they don't bother asking if she come late on those days. "I went home early and now I am really sick" Jane said. The expression caught Beaky attention, Jane had never emphasize on words just for fun. It meant something is really going on in her world, what could that be. She had heard about Kelvin fanning over Jane but that did not arise suspicion. Jane is the supernatural guy catcher and she think of Kelvin as another prey entering the trap. What could it be, what could be bo

, Junior whispered slightly to his mother because he was starting to get frightened by the creepy way the lady was looking at him. “Jane Li?…”, Alice called her out to get her attention but she was too focused on the little boy in front of her to pay any mind to Alice. “Miss!!! I know I’m good looking and all but no need to be looking at me as if you’ve seen a ghost…..what’s wrong with everyone I meet today looking at me strangely. Like-like did I create myself? No! No I didn’t! I was just made this handsome so Miss stop looking at me with such a creepy look….or you have something to say?..”, he blabbered out angrily.

“Five constant years of dreaming about you. All of them torture not being able to touch you and when you do show up in real life, you don’t want to be touched, you don’t want to be spoken to, you don’t want to hear our version of the story.” “Neo-.” His feet lead him to the foot of the bed. Honestly, I want him so much it hurts but I can’t give in. He’s been seeing this Jane woman for many years. “Go to sleep, little one.” “Who is Jane? Why…why do you s-see her? And I’m not little, I have never…never been little.” His teeth glint with the moon’s light showing not only that smile but a laugh so contagious it seeps into my skin like air fighting for its chance up my nostrils.

"I'll burn that fire out for you, Jane. I'll break you. And on the full moon, I'll sink my teeth into that pretty neck of yours and mark you as mine." "Now, Jane. Jump!" The voice commanded. I spun, threw my legs out the window, and jumped. The fall knocked the wind out of me, but I hit the ground and started to run. Adrenaline surged through me. I didn't look back. "You can't run from me, Jane Foster!" Zander bellowed from the window. I sprinted across the yard and towards the forest's edge. I stopped for only a second, panic rising-I didn't know where to go. I'd never been past the trees before.

he prodded. Here goes nothing. Nevi was either going to take pity on me because I was obviously suffering from post-traumatic shock or he was going to ask me to leave. Remembering I’d driven his vehicle to his house and had nothing of my own to drive back, if he asked me to leave, it could prove awkward. “I saw a woman vampire… a blonde woman vampire. She was drinking the blood from someone’s thigh,” I stated as calmly as I could. “Did you see whose thigh?” he asked.

Jean said in an angry voice. “It means you already decided me as a killer and now you are trying to fit the consequences and the evidence in me. And I won't let you do that. If needed I'll find that Dr. Killer myself and then prove how wrong you all are.” after saying that Jackson anxiously stood up from the chair and stomped out from the room.

The sound of her own heartbeat screaming through silence when she saw Lucy’s wedding photo in the tabloids. “I’ll explain,” Jullie stepped in, her voice a fortress. “Jane was the victim of an attempted murder disguised as suicide. Her body was never identified by family—because there were none left to claim her. Only the husband, Daniel, who benefited from her death.” “Extraordinary claim,” the man said flatly. “Where was she all this time?” Flashback