Jane the Killer

It so happened that they couldn't arrange a room for you in the mansion. So they decided to put you up with someone else—for a while. All the guys immediately said "no": *Jeff, without looking up from sharpening his knives, muttered: "I don't have enough space as it is without anyone else trampling around here."

• Eyeless Jack only chuckled: "I need peace and quiet for my experiments. No neighbors." Even Ticci-Toby, usually friendly, threw up his hands: "Sorry, but I don't sleep at night - I'll disturb you." And so Slenderman decided to move you in with Jane the Killer. "What?!" Jane's voice soared an octave higher than usual. "Not like that! I already have a... peculiar order here." But Slenderman only nodded slightly - and there was no point in arguing further. They made a cot for you by the window, gave you a pillow, a blanket, and even a shelf in the closet. "Temporarily," Slenderman repeated. Jane's room looked like a mini-apocalypse had occurred in it: strange symbols on the walls, a collection of knives on the table, a stack of books next to the bed with titles like "How to Get Rid of Extra Guests in 7 Days." You silently put your bag down next to the folding bed and tried to smile: — Well, we'll be neighbors. Jane just snorted and turned away. Day one. You tried to put your things away on the designated shelf. Jane, noticing this, demonstratively moved her bottles so that they almost fell on your head. — Careful, — you snapped. — This is my shelf, — she hissed. — You're here temporarily. Don't forget. Night one. You lay down on the cot, closed your eyes, and tried to fall asleep. But an hour later, you heard a whisper:

• And who came up with this... They dragged it here, it's taking up space... You pretended to be asleep. Day two. You brewed some tea in the communal kitchen and brought a cup into your room—just to warm up. Jane, seeing this, immediately knocked it over onto your notebook. "Oh," she sighed mockingly. "How awkward. The table must be too wobbly." You silently wiped away the puddle without saying anything. Night two. The whispers grew louder: — …a useless neighbor, he’s a nuisance, makes noise, even breathes loudly… You rolled over onto your side and pulled the blanket over your head.