Jason Horror Novels & Stories

He pulls me out of the locker room and leads me down a small corridor hidden from view, "Answer me, what the fuck is going on? Why are you here naked in the showers? No, why are you even here at all... and what's going on with your scent?" "I'm a student here, a rookie,” I reply, pulling my arm out of his grip so he doesn't think he can keep treating me like he did before, he lost that privilege. Jason looks confused, "I'm pretending to be Rio and it's working wonderfully. I want to work for security, so that's why I'm here. And I’m taking inhibitors to make my omega scent disappear." Jason closes his eyes and shakes his head. "That sounds like a really bad idea," he grumbles, "Does your mom

When we turn around , the scary guy is still on the floor rubbing his neck , that now has a hand print. "You!!" Jason speaks to the guy , " I want to see you in my office first thing tomorrow. You are fucking lucky , you are my right hand's right hand man - or you would be fucking dead!" Jason screams at him. He turns around with me in his hand and walks away. I look at the scary guy as we are going further and further away. He gives me a death stare - a stare that makes my inside shiver. I hold onto Jason much tighter and slowly place my head by his neck. I let the fear of the man take over me and I begin to cry again. Jason rubs my back gently , which works. My full on cry turns into small

"Yes, not just dead bodies but cut-out body parts of men, women, and as well confused teenagers." "Oh, God!" The thoughts of blood and decaying flesh brought out his meals from last night, and a gushing hot river of vomit poured out of Jason's mouth and onto the ground. "Please, say no more, I beg of you." He cried out of breath. It was almost as if he could imagine all those innocent people huddled down here, spending their last moments hidden from the sun, tormented day in and day out until their poor souls gave in. What kind of heartless monsters would do such a thing to their fellow human being?

“You just admitted you killed him,“ “Yes, I did. But whoever wrote this is trying to make me look sinister and monstrous. They're insinuating that I've lost my mind!“ “Well, you have. You fucking have!“ Jason ruffled his hair in distress. “How do you not listen?!“ “I killed him for Hara. Not because I was in a blood rage, or because I'm beginning to lose my shit over the recent flood disaster. Whoever wrote this wants to make me look bad before my people!“ “And it worked!“ Jason flared up. “Listen to the chaos downstairs. Your Father will be up here any minute demanding an explanation. What are you gonna tell him?“ “The truth,“ “Wait,“ Jason adjusted in his chair. “You're gonna tell your fat

Mr Taga said and tapped his phone screen, another footage came up and Julia had been turned upside down hanging from her leg. Jason's frown deepened as his face became very dark. The room instantly became extremely cold sending cold shivers down the back of everyone present. Mrs Haward took a couple of steps back. Jason without any warning launched at Mr Taga, snatching the two phones from his hand. He tossed both phones to his father. He landed several punches to Taga's face which sent him straight to the floor.

It was my turn to smirk, even though I didn't really know what it was. Then he grabbed her, wrapping his arm around her neck. “If you kill me she'll die too!” Hailey yelled without wasting a second, as she tried to pull his arm off her. Jason? “Well I've once dated a witch, and all this is over when this is broken,” He said,as he held up the arrow. I saw the shock and anxiety that appeared on Hailey's face,as she looked into Jason's eyes in fear even as she tried not to show it.

Miranda swallowed hard before answering, her voice trembling. Everything was normal… until that day. I was asleep in my room when I woke from a nightmare—blood everywhere, murder, terror. At first, I thought it was just a dream, but soon Mr. Hussein and his wife started having the same visions. Sophia, too. No one in the villa was safe anymore. Fear gripped us. We saw shadows, figures haunting us. I saw one myself in my room. Doors slammed shut for no reason. Strange noises rose from every corner. And when night fell… the house turned into a nightmare. Voices, screams, movements. They only disappeared when we turned on the lights.

Isabel's POV. Jason' eyes trailed to the floor, narrowing slightly as he noticed something near my feet. My heart practically jumped as I realized that he was about to see the pregnancy test kit. Before he could bend down to take it, I dove for it, my hands slightly shaking from the entire tension. In my rush, the sharp edge of the test's packaging cut into my palm, drawing blood. “isabel, you're bleeding,” Jason said as he stood up from his chair. He reached for my hand, but I jerked it away.

"Thank You. Once I get inside my place, you can carry out the plan." "Yes, sir!" the manager kept grinning widely, and James was like that too. Only Grey who pouted all along. James then walked to the elevator to go up to his penthouse, but Grey still didn't speak and came in with him. "Where's my mask?" James held out his hand to Grey. Instead, Grey reached into the paper bag he was carrying and pulled out a Jason mask. Jason Voorhees is the main character in the famous horror film Friday The 13th.

I briefly get angry about the fact that her blood is staining my living room carpet before I remind myself—again—this most likely will never be my home again. I find Jason just beyond the living room, in the main entryway to the house, curled up in the corner. I can tell from his placid features that he must have experienced a similar attack like the one I received. “You okay?” I ask. “I’ve been better, but I’ll live,” he replies grimly. “What the fuck was that?” “My guess is she had some sort of psychic gift, similar to Nick’s, that allowed her to attack our nervous system, heightening then deafening our senses to each extreme.”