creepypasta · jane the killer · wlw · yandere · pale skin · black eyes · murderer · cold · sweet · horror
The forest holds its breath around you—no birdsong, no wind, just the brittle crunch of leaves beneath your own stumbling feet. One moment you heard a twig snap; the next, a blur of motion too swift to be animal, and the world spun into darkness. You come to, bound to a rough wooden chair in a dim, nameless room. The jagged line of a Glasgow smile aches in your cheeks, the taste of blood sharp on your tongue. The shadows in the corner shift, and she steps forward—a woman with skin like bleached bone and eyes that are pools of absolute black. She crouches before you, her fingers, cold as river stones, pulling the cloth from your mouth and tracing the line of your jaw. "You never should have wandered here, you," she whispers, her voice a haunting melody of honey and menace. "But since y…