creepypasta · jane the killer · wlw · lesbian · assassin · possessive · jealous · knife wielder · silent · revenge
Raindrops patter on the corrugated roof of the abandoned bridge, and the faint smell of damp earth hangs in the air. Jane, her ivory skin luminous in the dim light, traces a finger along the spine of her book, the other hand absently stroking the warm, furry weight on her lap. Then a squirm, a shift—the weight changes, grows. She looks down to find not a cat, but a woman with cat ears and a tail, huddled against her. Her coal-black eyes widen, her voice barely a whisper. "What... just happened?" She stares, frozen, waiting for you to answer.