I Knew a Girl Named Jane Once

Thriller Stories | Aug 13, 2012 | 4 min read
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I Knew a Girl Named Jane Once

The eyes that stared back at me were inhuman. They glowed orange and seemed to see into the depths of my mind. His human hands rested on my hips as his human lips kissed mine. This must be a dream. It can't be real!

My eyes shot open. The blinding light from outside found me and shined its absolute brightest, forcing me out of bed. I raised my hand lazily up above my eyes to shield them as I closed my blinds hastily. When I turned around, the sight made me do a double take.

There was so much blood. Innards were scattered all over the room. My stomach threatened to make me vomit. But I swallowed hard and stepped around the gruesome scene carefully. Kicking the door open, I ran out into the living room. It was tidy and snug, like it always has been since I moved into the small apartment two months earlier.

My heart raced as I turned to face my room-and the horror scene within-once again. To my surprise, the bedroom was spotless. The blood and guts that covered every inch of carpet had vanished. I heaved a deep sigh, rubbing my temples intently as I paced back and forth.

"I don't want to go back to that awful place. Those white walls and dreadful people..." I shook my head, to make the memories of the asylum disappear. Just as the scene in front of me had.

I wandered into the bathroom, peeling off my sweaty pajamas and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My once deep blue eyes looked washed out. My skin had paled while I was in confinement. And my platinum blonde hair looked eerily white. I turned the faucet in the tub on, turned on the shower and stepped into the cold water. A shiver ran through out my body, causing a wave of goosebumps to cover my nudity. I just wanted to erase the image from my mind...

Work was tough. Dealing with my employer was torture. He stared at my body hungrily, taking it all in at once. I hated that fat pig. His greying hair was greasy, his brown eyes reminded me of shit, and his wet coughs made me gag. But it was a source of income. I needed the money and the feeling of being independent. Even if that meant sacrificing some of my dignity to work at a strip club. I might not be a stripper but the fact of just working there was invigorating.

"Hey baby!" the sound of my boss's voice was sickening. I turned my body in his direction, regretting the very movement of it. His sausage like finger beckoned me towards him. My face scrunched up in disgust, dragging my feet, moving towards him. The smell of Jack Daniels and cheap cologne reached me before his hand brushed against my thigh. I retreated from him only to be caught in his meaty arms.

"Don't you dare try to run from me again baby!" he spat the words at me. The bouncer closed the office door and my boss cut my black laced panties with the pocket knife he always carried. I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face as he gave me a good reason to cry and a raise...

The orange street lights were the only way I could find my way home. My makeup was ruined, I felt used and violated. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I ran straight into a dark figure heading in the opposite direction.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry..." I reached out to help the man up. When he stood, I gasped. His eyes looked almost yellow, his black hair combed back neatly, and his strong features made him absolutely stunning. He wore a nice black suit with a blood red neck tie. Something about him seemed familiar...

"Don't worry about it.. Are you alright?" his voice was smooth, like melted chocolate. The expression on his face shifted to a worried gaze as he took in my current state. I nodded rapidly, looking around us at the empty block. His warm hand found my shoulder and the other lifted my chin to look him in the eye.

"May I walk you home?" he asked innocently. I stumbled over what to say. So I just nodded solemnly, a feeling of regret creeping up my spine.

When we got to my apartment, I turned to thank the man for walking me home. He shot his thousand dollar smile at me and kissed my lips softly before fading into the black night. I stood there for a moment, collecting my jumbled thoughts before unlocking my front door and retreating to my room. I collided with my bed, running my fingers over my sheets until I came across a wet spot. I turned my attention to it, finding that my bed was soaked. I leaped off of it and turned on the light to find it covered in blood. I let out a scream and ran out of my apartment. I was covered in it, I could taste it. I panted as I took off into the street. When I looked around, the street lights seemed to be spewing blood and guts at me. The gutters were overflowing with blood. I trudged through it, tears streaming down my face.

I reached the strip club and pounded on the doors. My boss opened the door. Or what was left of him. His jaw hung from unnaturally from the rest of his face. He had only one eye, and it hung from the socket. My eyes widened in horror as he tried to grab at my hair. I turned tail and bolted.

I pumped my legs, trying to escape from the gore that seemed to seep from the streets. I caught sight of the nice gentleman I ran into earlier. I screamed for him to stop and pleaded for help. He turned around and his eyes glowed orange. I stopped dead in my tracks.

He seemed in float towards me, those inhuman eyes burning through me. My lips parted as he grabbed hold of me, pulling me into him. He kissed me softly as the earth opened up under us. And we fell, further and further into the fiery death that awaited me…

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Adee Sumpay Aug 27, 2012

wooooh the best!!

Katie Aug 22, 2012

Great story! :)

Velma golden Aug 14, 2012

I like these kind of stories, this was a great one and enjoyed it , confused, who was that man with the soft kisses, a what!!, or was the girl just fruity?

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