'Someone is in the house'
That was the thought that kept repeating over and over in my head. I forced myself to keep calm down and think. This wasn't the first time I thought someone broke into the house. This was probably my imagination but then I heard the noise again.
Creak creak crrreeeeeaaaaaakkkkkk
This time it sounded farther like the person was heading towards Alex's room!.. And my parents. The first thing I did was I opened the drawer and called Alex on the walkie talkie.
"Alex... Alex you there? ...come in!" After a few seconds Alex's voice came up. "J-Jenna?... what's the (yawn) matter?"
"Alex listen closely, I want you go hide in our secret hiding spot and if you hear me scream I want you to go though the passage way, escape though the cellar door and go to the neighbors."
I expected him to protest. Like I said before this isn't the first time I did something like this. Instead I got a quiet "ok" then heard shuffling and the sound of a door opening and closing.
I then grabbed my kit and took out the mini screen and turned it on. If the guy was going in the direction I think he was then he should hit mom and dad's room first. I tuned in on their room and even shocked myself by my reaction.
I didn't see the guy all I saw was a blur going though the door but to be honest I wasn't really looking at him. I was looking at my parents. Blood was splattered everywhere. Whoever this was didn't seem to care about leaving a mess.
A sick twisted smile formed on my lips. The blood seemed so captivating. It was still flowing out the stab wounds from their lifeless bodies. I wanted so badly to zoom in on their terror filled faces. They must've woken up when it was too late. I dropped the mini screen once I saw how I was acting.
I don't understand. I never liked my parents but I shouldn't act this way. I mean I'm fucked up but to this level?
I was ripped from my thoughts when I heard the floor broads creak again.
Creak creak crrreeeeeaaaaaakkkkkk
'Shit Alex!' I thought as I tuned in to his room. I finally got a good look at the killer.
Holy... Mother... Fucker
I recognized her right away the mask, the inhumanly white skin, the black dress and the long black hair.
it's Jane the killer!... Or at least some copycat. I watched as the chick began looking around the room. I about ready to jump up and run to Alex's room when she opened the closet.
But then let out a sigh of relief when she only glanced inside then leaving the room. 'Fuck!' I thought when I realized she would be coming after me now.
In my panic I turn the mini screen off, threw it back into the kit, shoved the kit under my bed and threw the covers over my head.
I tensed up as I heard my door open. I slide my hand under my pillow and grabbed the switchblade.
"God dammit I should've grabbed the kitchen knife." I thoughtI almost growled when I felt hand on my head, someone leaning into my ear and whispering "don't go to sle-"
I cut her off by slashing her throat. She dropped the knife as she jumped back and held her hand against the cut.
I used this moment to jump her and stab her in the chest until she stopped moving. I then began to think about what I just did.
I killed someone. Shouldn't I feel some kind of guilt? The only feeling I got was the warmth spreading though me. I felt I was underwater and couldn't breath all these years and now finally made my way to the surface. I felt so much lighter. Like I was in a dream. For the second time in my life the pain went away.
The feeling was cut short when 'Jane' pushed me off of her and grabbed her knife. I rose to my feet taking a step back each time she took a step forward.
"What the hell? I killed you!" I growled out. How the fuck can a person who got their throat slashed and stabbed in the chest repeatedly could still be standing.
"Didn't you know?Creepypastas can't die." Dear god I could hear the smirk on her face. My mind was racing. So I'm fighting Jane the Killer herself and as she just said Creepypastas can't be killed.
"Well fuck"
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( A/N: Hey guys sorry it took so long and that it's not much
A lot of stuff is going on in my life and school gonna come up soon so updates are going to take a little while SORRY!)
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