It was just the beginning of Winter when it happened. The couple had been making their way out of town for the night. The roads were slick and the snowfall was heavy, yet still. The brakes had froze and the tires kept going, sending slick chunks of frozen road to go flying in every direction as the car skid. It had crashed into the stoplight, which cracked in the center, slamming down on the vehicle and igniting a fire.

Of course it wasn't the fire that killed the couple, but the impact. The cars roof had crushed both their skulls, killing them instantly. That was how Jay's parents died.

However, the fourteen year old barely cared. Both of her parents were incredibly blonde, rich, well-known, and only slightly snobby. Sure, they were constantly buying the girl expensive gifts, but Jay Marie knew it was only to keep her busy. She knew they truly didn't care about her, but she didn't care either.

Jay ended up living with her uncle Ben, who suffered from Congenital insensitivity to pain (CIP), which means he is unable to feel any type of pain. Jay's uncle received their inheritance and wasted it on beer and going out to clubs at night, and on buying gifts for a different woman every week. Meanwhile, Jay stayed in the guest bedroom upstairs, practically nonexistent to her uncle, unless he decided to take his anger out on her when he was drunk. When that happened she was defenseless. She couldn't fight back because he wouldn't feel when she kicked him or punched him or even bit him. He didn't feel anything at all.

Days passed, her uncle refused to allow her to go to school, due to not wanting to spend money on it, so Jay spent most days in her room or messing around in the woods.

One particular night, the girl lay down to go to bed. Her hair was damp and in a braid, and she was wearing an oversized shirt. Bruises covered her legs. Jay found herself yawning profusely, yet she remained with her eyes open, facing out the window at the snowfall. Her heart seemed to ache. It seemed she was beginning to miss her parents...or maybe she just missed them because it was better than living with her uncle. Her eyes caught on something odd in the woods. Two tall white figures holding hands. Jay sat up, eyes widening. "What.."

She blinked a few times as she stared at the figures, attempting to understand what they were. She looked at their shoes...their clothing. It looked expensive. The female was wearing a tight white dress. The male was wearing a tuxedo. Then her eyes came up to their heads. Jay gasped and clamped her hands over her mouth. They were both facing her...but not looking at her. The top half of their head had been smashed down, and a black liquid was oozing down onto their faces. The female had clumps of hair and the male had none. Jay just shook her head slowly, her heart beginning to race. She couldn't move. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. Then opened them. She screamed.

Her uncle came sprinting down the hallway. Her door slammed open and the lights came on. "You little bitch! What is it?!"

Jay was shaking intensely, tears streaming down her face as she stared out into the dark snow. There was nothing there.

"Jay Marie Wilson, turn around and look at me."

She turned around. "U-uncle...th-there was..somebody was...o-outside m-my-my...." her voice trailed off as she began to breathe more heavily, leaning down and clutching her head with a groan.

The grey-haired man stared at his niece with cold sage eyes. Then sighed and sat down on the bed.

"Losing a loved one causes nightmares sometimes, Jay Marie. So stop whining." He smacked her on the back of her head and she flinched, still holding her head in her hands. "Now if you scream again I'll beat you till you can't breathe." He grumbled and stood with an annoyed grunt. Jay didn't hear what he said. Her head was filled with static. And it was getting louder and louder and louder. Ben turned the lights out and slammed the door. The static stopped.

Jay looked up with blood-shot eyes, petrified and perplexed. She looked out the window. Nothing but snow and darkness. She lay down and shakily pulled the covers over her head, closing her eyes and allowing a few tears to trickle down her cheeks.

The next morning, she woke up with a soft groan, slightly expecting her uncle to be in her room with a belt. To her relief, there was nobody there. She sighed and slipped on a black dress. Her uncle had burned every jeans she had, so she could only wear dresses and skirts. She didn't mind, but it was slightly creepy that he did that, and she hated being around him in them. She tiptoed to the restroom, her uncles snores filled the hallway.

Jay quietly closed the door behind her and then rinsed her face off. She looked in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy from crying last night and she looked a bit more pale...grey..than usual. Her eyes were not as vibrant blue as they had always been either, but faded. It worried her just a little bit. If what had happened the night before hadn't happened, it wouldn't have meant anything. But it did.

She sighed and used the restroom, washed her hands, brushed her teeth, and put her hair in a long side-braid. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see her uncle standing there with a knife. Her heart dropped and a small gasp escaped her throat.

"You want to explain why you screamed last night?" He said gruffly.

"I-...I'm-I'm sorry! There was somebody th-that was..that was..outside my window!" She said, rather desperately.

"Sounds like an excuse." Ben mumbled.

"No-no! Really, it's not! I swear on it!" She said. Ben's eyes narrowed. Then he reached down and grasped her braid, dragging her downstairs. She began crying.

"Please uncle! Please!"

Ben threw her on the ground, and she caught herself on her wrist which sent a jolt of pain up her arm in response.

"Now listen here, you little twat! I have to pay for you to be here, I have to buy your food and clothes and care for you, and all you do in return is be an annoying little brat! The least you could do is tell me the truth as to why you screamed last night! You were with a guy, weren't you?! You slut, I knew it!"

"No! I wasn't! I'm fourteen!" Jay cried in response, crawling back a little.

"And? That doesn't matter to sluts like you! So tell me the truth! Were you fucking someone, or were you just trying to annoy me?! Huh?! Huh?!" He stomped closer to her, clutching the knife so hard his knuckles were white.

"I was trying to annoy you!" Jay screamed. It wasn't the truth, but it was what he wanted to hear. He wanted a reason to hurt her, and she knew it. There was no way out of it, so she might as well make it easy for herself.

Ben stopped, then shook his head, looking one wrong step away from a mental breakdown. "You're fucked up." He said.

"You say I'm the messed up one when you're the one who beats me every day! You have anger issues! You need to talk to someone!" Jay screamed, then immediately clamped her hands over her mouth. His head snapped to her.

"What did you say?"

"I-I didn't-I didn't mean it! I-I really-I-"

"After all I've done for you." Ben sighed and looked at the knife. He closed his eyes for a moment, then stomped towards her swiftly, grabbing her injured wrist and lifting her off the ground with it. She screamed as tears began streaming down her face. Ben was shaking with anger. He slammed her against the wall, holding the knife to her throat.

"If I could kill you, I would!" He spat on her, pressing the knife into her throat until a bit of crimson leaked down, then let her fall to the ground, throwing the knife across the room.

Jay lay on the ground, clutching her throat as she sobbed. He kicked her harshly many, many times for a good ten minutes, and then opened the front door, slammed it shut, and locked it from the outside.

Jay couldn't move for half an hour, then she pulled herself up, clenching her teeth. She was sure her ribs were shattered. She slowly limped upstairs, a sob escaping her throat with each step.

She spent the rest of the day in her room, crying. She needed to run away. She knew it. It was decided. She would run away the next morning. Ben always left the door unlocked in the morning. Jay decided not to pack anything, surely somebody would feel bad for her and take her in...she was smart enough to know some families had empathy. Just not hers.

It was noon the next day as she slipped on a navy blue coat over her white shirt. She put on a black skirt and wool black tights. She quietly opened her door, then crept down the stairs, each one creaking as she did so, and she walked with a limp, still clutching her side. She silently made her way to the front door, and turned the doorknob.

"Jay Marie," a slurred, rough voice spoke, causing her to jump, "where are you going?"

Jay's heart began pounding. He was drunk again.

"N-nowhere uncle, just to the woods to mess around." She attempted to as sound innocent as possible, pleading she would be able to get out of the house. Her uncle stood up from his recliner with a groan and stumbled over to her, leaning down to her height.

"I don't want you to leave, not right..not right now." He managed, swaying. The smell of beer was fresh on his breath, and Jay fought back a gag.

"Why not?" She asked, clutching the doorknob tightly.

"Because I'm your fucking superior and you do what I say." He yanked the girl up by her hair and she let out a cry of protest as she was dragged into the kitchen. Tears began streaming down her pale face and her heart began slamming against her chest as she noticed him reaching for a knife with his free hand. She struggled in his grasp.

"Let me go!" She cried out, voice cracking, "Please! You-you've already taught me my lesson!"

He chuckled drunkly and brought the knife to her shoulder, slicing through the coat and causing a deep gash. He then released her hair, causing her to collapse on the ground as she cried, clutching her shoulder and side.

"You're so small for your age...so fragile." He slurred, watching her sob on the ground as she began crawling away. He kicked her harshly in the stomach, and she screamed, sending her flying across the floor and slamming against the wall.

"So perfect." Her uncle slurred, "I despise you. You've had nothing-" He hiccuped, "nothing but a perfect life."

"Uncle stop!" She cried out, one arm clutching her shoulder, the other hugging her side. Her bloodshot eyes went back and forth between the man and his knife. Then her eyes darted to the door. She slowly began making her way towards it.

"Jay...your parents always got you everything you wanted, yet you still complained. You ungrateful little bitch. You act and look just like a- like a fucking five year old!" He grabbed a nearby vase and threw it at her. Jay screamed and rolled out of the way as it smashed against the wall, shards of glass slicing her skin. She swallowed dryly as she forced herself up.

"I'm-I'm sorry.." she forced herself to say, hoping it would calm him down.

"Say that to your parents corpses you little shit."

He came at her with the knife, and thinking quickly, she slid beneath his arm, attempting to ignore the intense pain in her side. She ran to the drawer and grabbed a knife of her own, holding it towards him with a shaking hand. Her hand suddenly steadied. That static seemed to enter her head once more. It was just as bad as that night. Maybe even worse. It was dreadful, but she felt so superior...something she had never felt before. She could hear his heartbeat.

He laughed, "You gonna cut me, little girl?"

Ben lifted her by her hair again, and she cried out, stabbing his hand over and over again. Blood dripped down onto her face and stained her hair, but he just laughed. He felt nothing. Jay screamed out in distress, then swiftly sliced her thin hair to just beneath her ears, freeing herself from his grasp. Her uncle stared at the long strands of white hair in his mutilated hand, then ran at her, swaying.

She lunged at him, practically jumping up and on his chest,he stumbled backwards as she began stabbing his shoulder repeatedly. Over and over and over again, blood spewing out as she cut deeper and deeper and deeper, until the knife had made a hole all the way through his shoulder. Meanwhile he scratched and clawed at Jay's back, leaving gashes. She didn't care, the static prevented the pain. She jumped off, and stared at him for a minute as he stumbled around disoriented.

The static made her want to stab him more, but she clutched her head and it seemed to glitch into nothingness. Jay looked up at her bloody uncle who was kneeling on the ground. Her eyes began tearing up.

She threw the door open and sprinted out into the harsh snow, running towards the woods. Her uncle yelled and cussed something that she couldn't hear as she sprinted. Her heart raced wildly and her breath formed a cloud around her as she ran. Her side and lungs screamed at her to stop, but she didn't. She ran, and ran, and ran, the thin, dead trees like a movie playing beside her as they grew thicker and thicker the deeper she got into the woods.

She kept running, until her vision darkened, and she stopped, collapsing against a tree. She breathed heavily, snowflakes gathering on her head and legs as her vision faded in and out, blood soaking her left sleeve and back, and deep cuts covering the right side of her face. Bloodstains from her uncle splattered her face and clothes. Her hair was unevenly cut, jagged just beneath her ears, a few red stains showing vividly on her white hair. Her vivid blue eyes stared at nothing, but she smiled. She had stabbed him, and it was fun. She smiled, giggling slightly.

The reality seemed to glitch for a moment and she continued breathing heavily, no longer smiling as she looked down at the bloody knife.

"What is wrong with me..?" She mumbled, shakily. "Why did I do it..? I can't go back now..I can't go back..I-I can't.." she kept repeating those words over and over again. The static seeming to glitch in her head. Glitching from wanting to kill someone and wanting to cry and run home, turning herself in.

Slowly, her breathing calmed and her vision returned. But that feeling sunk in. The one of...superiority..like a power of something higher, and it was like she was hungry for something more. Desperately hungry for it. She knew how to get what she wanted. She knew how to get rid of the static. She had to kill someone.

Her parents figures were behind her again and she knew it. The static filled her head, and her eyes seemed to fade to a wild, inhumane grey. With that, she walked into town to find her first real victim.

The murders that were previously in her town only grew worse since then. Many say she is to suspect. Her uncle didn't die...he called 911 and went to the hospital for major injuries. He explained the whole thing to the local news, and search parties began searching in the woods. However, it didn't do anything. The only traces they would be able to find of her were small footprints in the snow that lead to nowhere, and occasional bloodstains. Their equipment would stop working in some areas as well, turning to static.

Many people died after the incident of multiple stab wounds to the shoulder and chest. It seemed the murderer liked to watch their victims suffer, stabbing their shoulder and ankles multiple times to watch them crawl, then killing them.

The murderer, suspected to be Jay Marie Wilson, was never caught...and it seems that the murderer only strikes during cold weather. Only on cold nights, only during the snow, only during storms. They tend to kill anyone who seems to be home alone.

So a there's a few rules to avoid finding yourself in a bad situation.

Don't look away when you see two figures in the woods holding hands or they will appear behind you and kill you if you attempt to leave, they will stand there all night. And whatever you do, don't fall asleep. If you do see them outside your window, stare at them and don't look away. Do not look away until they disappear into the woods.

Don't ever find yourself home alone during cold weather. Especially at night. That's a guarantee she will show up. But if you do, whatever you do, don't turn out the lights. And put alcohol out. Put beer bottles everywhere you can. And she will stay away.

And lastly, don't every follow small footprints in the snow alone...if you're with a group of people they will lead to nowhere. If you're alone...she will be waiting at the end. If you are pure of heart, she will not hurt you. If you have hurt someone in any way, she will watch you suffer, then kill you.

The story of Jay Marie Wilson recently surfaced and more and more murders have begun taking place. Please heed this warning. Don't find yourself home alone during a snow storm, don't follow footsteps in the snow, and whatever you do

don't turn out the lights.