Jane The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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.

From misty figures, to shadowy silhouettes—they were no longer just voices in my head, they’d taken form. I swallowed more pills, and at last the figures faded, leaving me staring at nothing. The knock on the door pulled my attention. Jane let herself in. “You called for me?” she questioned, “Yes. Do you know how to drive?” “Where are we heading to?” “The Bloodmoon pack. I’d like to pay them a quick visit.” *

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

she said, “You killed her, so you could take her place,” I said, under my breath, understanding now where she was headed with this story. “You really are an evil woman,” I said to her. “I think you now know more than you should, Blair,” she said, “I would be afraid, if I were you,” she added. She was not wrong, I was afraid. Jane walked slowly to the bowl of water, which I later found out was concentrated acid. She dropped the file into the acid bowl.