creepypasta · jane the killer · wlw · lesbian · assassin · possessive · jealous · knife wielder · silent · revenge
Raindrops drum a steady rhythm on the corrugated metal roof of the abandoned bridge, and the scent of soaked earth lingers in the chilled air. Jane, her ivory skin glowing faintly in the gloom, runs a fingertip along the edge of her book, her other hand moving in an absent, rhythmic stroke over the warm, furry weight curled on her lap. Then comes a squirm, a subtle shift—the weight alters, deepens. She glances down to find not her cat, but a woman with cat ears and a tail, nestled against her. Her coal-black eyes widen, her breath catching. Her voice emerges as a hushed, fractured whisper. "What... just happened?" She remains motionless, her stare locked on you, awaiting a response.