A/N: Don't own Jeff or Jane... Or any other creepypastas that will or may appear in this story...
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Who is the person on my bed? And what do they want? Find out: Now! :D
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Chapter 4: Meeting a stranger
I felt myself go pale as I fell back against the door in shock. Who the hell was this?!
The person infront of me was pasty white just like Jeff, but it clearly wasn't him... This was a girl... Her long Jet black hair framing her pale face. Her eyes were completely black...
As I entered the room, she had sat up and was staring at me.
"Who the hell are you?!" I nearly screamed. She quickly put her finger to her lips to shh me... I froze in confusion. 'Okaaaay?'
She stood up and walked over to me. I flinched as she raised her hand. "It's okay, I come in peace..."
The similarities between her and Jeff were drastic, so of course, I didn't trust her. I mean for all I know, she could be working with Jeff!
"Who are you?" I asked.
"My name is Jane... I'm not with Jeff... He killed my family too... And made me into... This!" She waved her hands around her body. "A freak..."
I realized now, that what I thought was her face, was really a mask... A mask with blacked out eyes and black lips... I didn't want to know what she looked like under it, if she was hiding it...
"He... How do you know that he killed my family?" I was getting suspicions.
"I've been following Jeff's activity's since what he did to me..." She said, no longer whispering. "Which is what?" I asked.
"First, he killed my family along with his, then he forced me over to his house, and tied me up before he burned me alive... He had poured bleach and alcohol all over me, and when I woke up in the hospital, I was pasty white, and my hair had been burned off... This here," She pulled at her hair. It fell off. "Is a wig... Jeff sent me this as well as this mask, my clothing," She was wearing a black dress with black shoes. "And this,"
She took out a combat knife. I jumped and hit the door again.
"Harold?" I heard Mr. Jonson say, coming down the hall.
Jane quickly hid in the closet of my room, right before Mr. Jonson opened my door.
"Yes?" I asked, hiding my paleness.
"What's with all the racket?" He asked, glancing around the room. "Oh, I stubbed my toe on the dresser... Nothing serious..."
He looked back to me. "Oh, okay. Just please be a little quieter?"
I smiled. "Okay." He turned and closed the door. I listened to him walking down the hall back to his bedroom, as Jane came back out of the closet.
"I'm here for one reason..."
I turned to look back at her. "To wait for Jeff to make his move..."
I went pale, and thought of going after Mr. Jonson. "I'm not here to kill you, or to help him..." She said 'him' with so much venom, I could feel it from where I was...
"I want to kill him... He ruined my life... I want to see justice..."
A bulb of understanding lit up in my head. This girl didn't want to harm anything, besides him... She was just like me... Both of our family's were killed by him, both of our life's were ruined by him... We were one and the same...
"Let me help you..."
"What?" She looked at me carefully.
"Let. Me. Help. You..."
"No..."
I took a step closer to her. "He ruined my life just as bad as yours..." 'Well, he didn't burn me alive...' I shook my head to clear out those thoughts.
She considered this.
"My answer is still; no..."
I was growing frustrated. "Listen, I'm going to help you kill Jeff, one way, or another... You can either let me help you, or I'll go behind your back and kill him before you can... Do we have a deal?"
She seemed to consider this long and hard, before finally nodding. "Alright..."
"What?"
"I said; alright..."
I didn't believe it... That was easy...
I shook away the shock and stood taller.
"Thank yo-"
She suddenly was right under me, pointing her knife at my throat.
"But if you give me away, I'll kill you without a second thought..."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly reached for her knife. I lowered it a bit and sighed. "Very well... Thank you..."
She seemed to smile as she put her knife away, before she held out her hand. "Jane..."
I mimicked her movement.
"Tarzan..."
She laughed and I smiled.
"Me Tarzan, you Jane..." I said as I gorilla hit me chest.
"I see I've got a comedian on my hands..."
I grinned and stopped hitting my chest.
"So, what's the plan?"
"To lure Jeff into our grasp, and kill him..."
I nodded. "You've got nothing do you?"
"Not a clue..."
I grinned again. "Then, we'd better start planning..."
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The next day, I awoke to Jane staring at me through her mask.
"AH!" I jumped and fell out of bed. "Don't do that! That mask is creepy!"
"Sorry!" She reached down and helped me up. "Thanks..." I said awkwardly. She was surprisingly strong for a girl... (I believe that girls can be very strong! Just look at Lara Croft!)
"Don't mention it..." She said as she hit my shoulder. "Ow..." I mumbled.
I suddenly heard running. Jane hid under my bed. The door slammed open and there stood Mr. Jonson, holding a rasor and face covered in shaving cream. "What is it?!"
"Uh... Sorry, I just fell out of bed..."
I hoped Mr. Jonson wouldn't get too
annoyed with me...
He sighed. "Just... Don't scream like that again... I thought you were in trouble..."
I smiled at the familiar situation.
"I guess it's just because of the move..."
"Yeah..." He turned to leave. "I guess so..."
I waited until he closed the door before turning to find Jane crawling out from under the bed. "You really need to dust more..." She said as she spit out some dust...
I laughed. "I just moved here... Blame Mr. Jonson..."
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