Jane The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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.” *

"Could you repeat that? I want to make sure I heard the part where you casually suggested murdering a piece of me like you were ordering lunch." "Not you," Jane clarified, waving a hand dismissively like that fully resolved the horror currently coursing through my system. "The Flame. The dragon side. The ancient, ominous fire-thing that keeps trying to eat rooms and kiss ex-wives without your permission." "That is still a piece of me, Jane."

This again switched off the defensive precautions they all had in mind out of fear of the unexpected. "Please," Jane said releasing and facing her. "Anyway you can, you have to protect yourselves from her." "You happen to see the details of our deaths?" Alisa asked. "Well, I normally don't get clear views but flashes, some don't get at all, they see just the victim, but I get beyond that. Not clearly, but I think enough to get you prepared," she replied and went on. "Right here in this house, I saw you all dead with just him above the bodies," she again gave William a brief look. "Well, not just him, but men with yellow eyes, blue were few and then red were much, then her, a teenager. That'

I know Jane is a different person, but I couldn't help to think that they were almost the same. Carmine, that's her name. That girl ruined me, crushed every piece of me, every ounce of pride I had, every bit of love I had, till I forgot how to care and love. Jey was well aware of my circumstances. She was there when I was at the pinnacle of my happiness, and she was there when I was at the bottom when I didn't even know how to get up. That time when I was on the verge of killing myself. Carmine Crea fucking ruined everything. Jane Terranova reminds me of her, and I'm not sure how to keep my rage in check. I want to torture her and make her feel the pain. I must be crazy because she's Jane an

I can’t believe I wasted all that time not loving her…’ Flashing images charged across my mind. I saw my mom; she was replaced quickly by my dad, smirking down at me; I saw the dangling feet, the glint of the chandelier, the blood; that was replaced by Jane, Jane as she really looked, all big blue eyes and pale skin and black hair, looking up at me from the floor as the other Omegas went to whip her again; Jane again, in the dungeon this time, surrounded by men trying to tear at her clothes… I fell to my knees and pressed my forehead to the grass.

She immediately looked scary, like one of those characters you saw in a paranormal movie. It made Richie want to snarl at her, made him want to throw her out of here, and into the dungeons for everything that she had ever done but he didn’t, instead he allowed her make a fool of herself and smiled inwardly when no one showed any ounce of sympathy even as she cried. “Jane…” Kate seethed but that seemed to fuel Jane as she cried harder. “Please help me someone… anyone; this lady’s lying against me!” Jane cried out in a loud squeaky voice.

Jane; Sandy gave us her permission to date . Raven; wait!!! what ?? Jane; Yes! she made us promise not to tell her siblings . Raven; Wait! isn't she like dead or something? how did that happen Jane; it all started right before I made them make that promise . Sandy appeared to me and made me make them make that promise. Raven; wait, slow down. ummm how Jane; she's dead but a witch in school detached her soul from her body so she's not entirely dead . her spirit still lives and she hated it . She forced me and Caleb into whatever we had .

*Jane's dream* I woke up in the middle of a room dark room with lit candles sparsely distributed across the area. I'm sitting down on a rickety old wooden chair and my vision was still blurry as I completely open my eyes. Tried to rub them to clear my sight but then I realized… I'm tied down. Quickly I scanned the room for answers. One by one people appears from every dark corner of the room. I am now surrounded by unknown people covered in a red veil. I couldn't see their faces. I struggled to get out of being tied down but it was hopeless. I tried to scream but only air came out to my mouth as they were getting closer… and closer. They were whispering something I can't understand. The whi

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

She moved backward by a few meters hurriedly. "Are you being shy? Come on, we're both women! Can I sleep in your bed tonight? The bedroom is too large, and I'm scared... Well, I'm afraid of ghosts, so I can't sleep... " Renee said pathetically. Jane hesitated. The expression in her eyes became complicated all of a sudden as if she was struggling intensely in her mind. Should she say yes? Would Renee find out her secret? Jane raised her eyes to meet Renee’s gaze, which was soft, innocent, and pathetic as if the gaze of a trapped cub in the jungle.