Creepypasta Jason The Toy Maker Novels & Stories

Jason said James looked at him waiting for him to continue "Mom is not human. She is a witch and so is Rose," Jason said "I am a werewolf, just like our father and most of the people that live here in the packhouse" Jason finished James looked at him with an expression I didn't understand. Then he started laughing hysterically. We all looked at him, besides Aunt Lil who was still focusing on her spell. "You are so funny. Jokes on me. Rose, you can come out now," James said and we all looked at him like he was crazy. Jason looked at me and I looked back at him. I knew what he was going to do and I nodded

Today was for him and the girls. The faint scent of old crayons and spilled juice filled the living room and the little girls sat huddled on a couch, with eyes wide opened. They seemed to be playing but the moment they saw him, they scrambled backwards. Madelaine darted behind the couch and Adelaide crawled under the coffee table with her bunny. Lucifer set the things down slowly on the couch. “I’m not here to hurt you,” he said, with a very low and careful voice. “I brought you snacks. And toys. And dolls. Nice ones.”

Just then, Jason whistled loudly from the driver’s seat as we waited at a red light. “Someone’s going to get laid tonight.” Jason said it like he was proud of it, his voice mixing with the hum of the engine. Coming from him, the sentence sounded disgusting, like that weird anime I made myself watch, where people tried peanut butter and squid tentacles, then passed out. I shuddered at the memory. And before you ask: yes, I’m only going through those things so I can filter out the kinds of content my future daughter or son will be allowed to watch when the time arises.

"We have to get this boy out, otherwise things will go bad for us" Sitting in the maze I can't even start thinking about happy thoughts. Whispers are flooding the air around me as all hope of getting out fades from my mind. I close my eyes to avoid tears coming down. My stomach rumbles as I sit down in a fervor begging anyone to help me. I start falling into a soft sleep while everything around me becomes completely silent. “Jason!”

“The last grace you'll be granted. Failure to deliver would warrant a gruesome punishment. You may leave.“ The room was finally void of visitors as Jason approached his father. “Is he the only potion maker?“ “He is the most skilled. He made the potion to weaken the girl. She isn't under any curse. It's a way to scare the rest. I can't hide anything from you, son.“ Jason bowed and left his father's presence after their brief chat, feeling exhausted. *** The thought of Meagan had refused to leave Jason's mind ever since they crossed paths. He didn't know why, but he craved for her every minute. Ever since then, he resumed his horse-riding as an excuse to visit the stables daily.

JUDY’S POV “Jason?” Both Chris and I exclaimed in shock, our voices overlapping with disbelief. We both stood frozen, staring at the figure standing in front of us, a familiar face. Jason, who had once been a part of our lives, now stood in the doorway of the abandoned factory, a malicious grin stretching across his face. He looked exactly the same as I remembered, his cold eyes piercing through me with an unsettling calmness. But it wasn’t just the surprise of seeing him that made my heart race—it was the sudden, sharp twist in my stomach as he stepped forward, pulling something out of his jacket pocket.

We quickly thank him, and luckily, he leaves without another word. The house lacks any decorations or curtains. The haphazardly arranged furniture looks barely standing. Our bags land on the couch in the living room that has grown old and dusty over the years. Jason stares at me for a moment before pulling me to him, burying his face in the crook of my neck, and starts talking in a hushed voice. “I’m 100 percent sure these were homes of werewolves. And Brock…” he takes a deep breath before keeping an even lower voice. “I think Brock is a hunter,” he finishes, and my body goes rigid with a breath struck in my lungs.

"Look outside. It's a full moon. Full moons are when the creatures are at its peak potential therefore, we as hunters await this night to strike down as many creatures as we can." I can see that awful blood lust in Jason's eyes as he said that. I confronted, "What about me? Why aren't you trying to kill me?" "Kill you? Lyanna, all of this is for you. We live and die for Raya and her reincarnation, you." Jason chuckles, "We're the only ones you can trust. JD brainwashed you ever since your father died." "How can I know you're telling the truth?" Jason scoffs and continued, "It's easy. What's your earliest memory?"

I knew, I just knew, whatever he was about to say would be twisted and horrible. "You’ll be mine," Jason continued, tilting his head. "Not just my personal blood bag—but my plaything. My little toy. Whenever I want, you’ll come crawling to me. No arguments. No running. Just you, obeying every little thing I say." His smirk widened. "Think of it as a trade—you, for her life." A sickening chill crawled down my spine, leaving me cold and clammy. This couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare.