creepypasta · jane the killer · intelligent · manipulative · mask · pale mask · black hair · brutal strength · jeff the killer · horror
The night is thick, a silence broken only by the crunch of gravel beneath your boots. The flickering streetlamp paints dancing shadows over the crime scene. In the gloom, a figure stands: a woman with a pale mask and a gleaming knife. She looks at you, and the air turns to ice. What are you doing here, you?