Jason Horror Novels & Stories

He was so focused that he barely blinked. '' You really love this thing, don't you?" I muttered, giving a smile to lighten the mood. He gave a crooked smile without taking his eyes off the screen. '' There's nothing like a classic. Jason is unbeatable.'' '' Jason is from Friday the 13th.'' I retorted, laughing. ''Michael Myers is from Halloween.'' He looked at me sideways and laughed. '' See? You know it too.''

“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?

A raw, piercing sob tore from her throat, as if she were reliving unspeakable terror and humiliation. "It was Jason... he went insane. He completely lost his mind in the infected zone." Through tears, she poured out accusation after accusation. "He refused to obey orders. Then, he smashed the outer airlock valve and deliberately threw in a concussion grenade. He brought a zombie horde down on us from miles around, trying to murder Wade and me!" Right on cue, Wade jumped in, voice filled with righteous outrage. "And that's not all! Before Jason went crazy, he stole the original serum antibodies, and our entire team almost died trying to recover.

Jason puts his arms around Jessica and pulls her closer. Jason and Jessica spend the day together, in the evening they make their way back to Jessica's apartment. "So you coming for the night?" Jason hugs and kisses Jessica " I have a big day tomorrow, sorry." "Ok, see you tomorrow." Jason leaves Jessica's place and heads back to the beach where he saw the volleyball player, the sun is about to set. Jason goes into different bars looking for the man. Jason enters a tiny bar right on the beach and he grabs a seat and orders a drink, as he sips on his drink his pendant starts to glow. Jason quickly looks around him and he sees the volleyball player quickly exiting the bar. Jason follows and he

She collapsed next to her suitcase, a pathetic, shivering mess in the cold marble foyer. I turned back around, facing the living room. Jason was standing near the sofa. He had put his shirt back on and picked up his leather jacket, slinging it casually over his shoulder. He wasn't rushing. He wasn't crying. He looked at me with those dead, shark-like eyes, assessing the situation like a predator calculating his next move. "I ordered you out," I warned him, taking a slow step forward, my hands balling into fists at my sides. Jason didn't hurry. He walked slowly toward the door, his boots heavy on the floorboards. He stopped just inches from my face. He smelled like booze, cheap sex, and dange

He still doesn’t hear me “You’re going to kill him, Jason!” I call out, rushing forward. I have never seen him like this. It’s almost as if he’s been possessed by something darker. Uncontrollable rage. And this side of him scares me. “Jason, he’s not moving!” My voice cracks and he stops. Liam lays half-conscious beneath him groaning faintly. Jason’s chest rises and falls heavily. His knuckles are scrapped and his eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen in the last six months. He no longer looks like the playful, annoying roommate I always argue with. He looks dangerous.

Dennis sneered. The main reason was that Dennis was shocked by the fact that the other side had killed Darren in one blow. Now that he thought about it carefully, it was very likely that the other side sneaked attacks. Darren was not on guard, so he was beheaded. A smile appeared in Jason's eyes. "You stepped on the land of Rive without permission. Sooner or later, your blood will be used to wash away your sins. You will be buried with my disciple." There was anger in the old voice of Jason.

I had just enough strength to close my legs and turned my head, opening my eyes. Jason was on the ground, and what looked like a pack of dogs were jumping all over him, biting him, he was screaming, a very chilling scream, I closed my eyes again, what if they attacked me next? Where was their owner?! I waited... And waited... Sobbing silently, But nothing happened, Jason's screams eventually stopped but I was too scared to open my eyes and see why and as the blood started rushing back to my head, the dizziness overwhelmed me and I felt myself falling into darkness…

Jason felt his heart beat against his rib cage, pounding like a drum at the sight of the horror on his mother's face. Jason turned slowly to Shawn and saw his lips curl up in a wicked smile as Shawn said, "I knew you'd love it."

she urges, her calmness doing little to soothe the chaos inside me. As soon as Hannah says that, I hung up and look down at Jason's bloody soaked shirt which sticks to my hands as I try to keep him upright… I wonder who wants him dead this time around… The thought sends a chill through me, but I can’t afford to let fear consume me. Not now. Suddenly, Jason’s head lolls against my chest, his breathing ragged and shallow. A jolt of terror runs through me. No. No, no, no. I can't lose him—not like this. Not after everything.