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Hey guys, so this came to me and this is Jane's backstory. And By Jane I mean Jane the Killer, the sorceress, murderer who finally killed Jeff and ended his reign of terror. Who was she before? Well, read on to find out.

When I was a little girl, I used to love the merry-go-rounds.

Merry-go-rounds, are like their name implies. They go around and around in circles never stopping at a constant pace. Sure you never get anywhere but you feel safe and secure upon the horses, clutching to the poles as the lights flicker shining everything and making you feel like you're in your own little fairytale. I used to love those too, like any other little girl I dreamed of my prince charming whisking me away to my life of love and we'd live happily ever after...but dreams die.

My name is Jane, and I'm here to tell you a story.

Once upon a time, I was born to a normal loving family. We didn't have much, but we were still happy...my parents had me at a young age, but they never once regretted me. They were nice parents, my mother used to get these dresses that were hers or my grandma bought them for me. She'd dress me up in frills, and bows, with little ribbons adorning my hair. I remember one time, we were in the park and I saw some swans in the nearby lake and she told me that one day I was going to grow up and be a beautiful swan.

My dad was the best, he taught me how to blow bubbles, and to dance. He loved to read, so the minute I was old enough to form words, he read to me every night. And I loved it just as much...every night I'd run to my bedroom and hop into my bed with a plate of warm milk and cookies by my bedside. Dad would come in, and he'd read to me. Fairytales, Cinderella was always my favorite, Dr. Suess, Shel Silverstein all of them. Then he'd tuck me in, and tell me that I was their special little girl, but...then eveything changed one night.

Daddy came in to read like usual...when mommy screamed so loud.

Daddy told me to hide under the bed...and I did.

I Asked him not to go but he did anyway, and then he screamed too...he screamed so loud, and it hurt my ears. Then someone else came in, and I made sure not to make a sound and wait for him to leave. Jeff he called himself...he sounded like he was only thirteen...I tried to keep quiet, as I cried for my mommy and daddy...when slowly the monster crouched down and I saw a face that would haunt my nightmares forever.

I saw his pale, ugly scarred face and I ran...I ran, and ran, and ran as far as I could.

Past the bodies of my mom and dad, who were drenched in red sticky blood, out the door and I screamed so loud as I ran down the street. He ran after me, and after awhile I was starting to get tired. So I hid behind some bushes as he ran past them and I stayed there until morning. When the sun rose, I looked up and saw police at my house. I went back and I told them everything about the scary man who took my parents away from me.

They looked at me with pity in their eyes.

I was sent to live with my grandparents, who loved me dearly but...I missed my mother and father. Grandpa was sick all the time, and couldn't really see anymore. So he couldn't really read to me but he did tell me stories of when he was younger and how he used to dabble in magic. Back then, he just considered it kids stuff, and I asked him to show me.

He did.

It was just the kids stuff of, pulling rabbits out of hats, and pulling coins out of people's ears. But I liked it, in school I used to do card tricks and making things disappear only to pull them out of random stuff. My always liked it, and it helped me come out of my shell...but then middle school hit and magic tricks weren't enough. I was the shy nerdy girl, who hid behind the library. My favorite books, were of sorcery and magic just like the ones grandpa always talked about.

My former friends thought I was weird, as they went on to become the popular girls in the grade and I was left behind. They'd laugh at me about my dark stringy hair, or my pale skin. They told me that I was Jeff's sister or his bride, and I'd cry because I never ever wanted anything to do with that monster...on the playground Jeff became a sort of boogeyman. The thing that went bump in the night, and everyone lived in fear of.

I'd tell my grandmother, and she'd say to not listen to them

That one day I was going to grow up and show them all who was wrong. I wish I could say that things got better from there but they didn't...my grandfather died in his sleep and it was just grandma and I. Grandma though was getting older and older, and she was retired so she couldn't take care of me anymore. She sent me to live with my uncle and aunt in another state while she went to a retirement home.

They lived in a place where the circus came by often. That was where I'd go on the merry-go-round all the time with my cousins as we ate cotton candy. My other favorite part though was the magic show, it was more than silly card tricks or pulling rabbits out of hats. I'd look on in amazement as he sawed people in half only for the person to be fine, who made doves appear from cloth and a whole array of other wonders.

At Christmas my aunt and uncle gave me a magic kit and books on how to do magic since they knew I liked it so much.

I loved practicing and when my baby cousin was born, I'd keep him occupied by showing him magic while my aunt went around cleaning, cooking, and doing other stuff. At school though, I was bullied often and I hated it there so much...one day I got so mad that Sophia, the ringleader screamed and ran away from me because she said she saw ghosts behind me. I didn't know how or even what she was talking about but it made everyone afraid of me.

And I liked it...

The kids who picked on me and scorned me now feared me, they treated me with respect and didn't dare mess with me.

I told my aunt, and she took me to see a priest who said I was cursed because of my fascination with magic. That the deaths of my parents, and my grandfather had been because of me and to cast me out lest they be cursed too...and they did. The priest said that he'd take me in so that he could clense me...he hurt me...but everytime I told my aunt and uncle...he said that it was the demon talking and to not listen to him.

This continued until I was in highschool, especially since my grandmother and mother were right.

No longer was my body stick straight, with stringy hair. Puberty hit, and curves began forming and my hair began to get fuller while breasts began to develop. I was popular in school, but I hated being touched by anyone thanks to that horrible man...I was afraid of men and thought they were going to hurt me just as Jeff and that priest had hurt me. Sure my grandfather, father and uncle had never hurt me but they were family...my family.

I wore baggy clothes and tried to steer clear of makeup.

But then, I feel in love

He was handsome, with a cocky smile, and beautiful eyes that I often got lost in...we became friends after partnering up for science and I told him everything...about Jeff, about the priest...about magic and what I'd done in middle school. He said that maybe, since I believed in magic so much...maybe that allowed ghosts to use me. I looked it up, and it seemed true. We talked about a lot of stuff, he told me about Jeff...about who he was before he became a monster, that one day he was going to take me away...We were going to elope and start a family

But it seemed life didn't want me to be happy, a couple of boys threw acid in his face and said he'd done it..the only word he could say was liar.

Three boys went missing and I knew it was him...so I followed him to the ringleader's house and watched in horror as he poured acid on his face. I was afraid he'd never stop, after all Jeff never did...Jeff became a serial killer, who was never caught and I remembered that night so clearly in my mind..I remembered my parents' screams, their blood...I grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the back.

He looked back at me with sadness in his eyes as I screamed and stabbed him repeatedly until he fell to the floor. The hot tears running down my face as I crouched down he placed his hand on my cheek looking into my eyes with tenderness and love...as a ring fell out of his pocket. Only then did I realize what I'd done...I cried, and ran from the house.

Jeff made me do it

His memory made me kill the man I loved, he killed my parents forcing me to live with that man...he took everything from me. I went home, where the good father was on the couch...I was empty, and hollow thrusting the knife inside of him repeatedly until he too was gone. I left the house, and went to the library my safe haven and shelter...I broke into the dark building and went to the nonfiction section where I got a book on dark magic.

I remembered the incident in middle school, what if I could do that again?

Knowing what I know of that monster now...if I tried hard enough, I could make him pay.

And I did...I killed that bastard, he's now dead and rotting somewhere for good...but me?

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