Jason Horror Novels & Stories

He said simply. Jason burst through the door like he lived there as usual. Seeing me he walked over putting his arm over my shoulder like he always does. “I heard you and sis got some hooch and are gonna get the Beta drunk and do dirty things to him. You naughty girls.” He said sarcastically. Eric’s chest vibrated, a low growl emitting from him. “Mine.” “Holy shit. What kind of Sasquatch, Titan giant ass mother fucker are you.” Jason said as all the color drained from his face.

Then Diana and I would force Ivy out with threats of exposing her role in the fraud, and we'd take control of Dorian's empire. It was perfect. Almost too perfect. I heard the front door open and close. Heavy footsteps stumbled through the hallway. Jason appeared in the living room doorway, his shirt was untucked, his eyes bloodshot, andc his hair a mess. "You're home," I observed coldly. Jason didn't respond. He walked past me toward the stairs, nearly tripping over his own feet. "Are you high?" I demanded, standing up. He stopped and turned to look at me with unfocused eyes.

He was wanted for several murders and charges of theft and gang rape. I shivered at the thought and shrunk back into myself as his eye's landed on me, those sole sucking eye's were piercing right through me, making me feel small and uncomfortable. His smile didn't do anything better, It was creeepy and sinister, and sent shocks of fear running down my spine. "Hey Babe!" Jason slurred. He was pretty dang drunk, he came over to me and pulled me into his chest. "i'm sorry, I did it again, didn't I?" he asked hanging his head.

Alexander gushes in excitement. "Okay I will come." Rushes Amara. She wanted to get out of the devil's abode some way or the other. Nothing he speaks next goes inside Amara's head. "Alex I am feeling very frightened here. Everybody had gone out to watch a horror movie playing at a nearby theater and I am alone. Could you please come home instead of the driver to pick me?

The sun hit me through the curtains as I lay peacefully on my bed, serving as a form of reminder that today was the day I would come face to face with the one who haunted me, the devil in human form—Jason. My stomach tumbled in fear as I showered, my appetite lost, and my spine shivered in fear. I was in a state of confusion, stuck between the feeling of backing out and going ahead with my idea. But it was too late to back out, wasn’t it?

"His name's Dwayne Bower. He went to college with the killer, Jacob Zeller, the victim, Tom Bancroft, and Edgar Maguire, the man who was killed a few days ago. All four shared a dorm." Hank slammed the desk. "Look at his reaction. Does that look like a man who knew the killer and the dead? And Jacob killed five people, including an officer! Dwayne shows no shock, no grief, not even fear!" Steve said, "We went through his phone messages, too. Nothing turned up." Hank sank back into his chair, shoulders sagging. "What do the crime scene reports say?" "Scene evidence indicates that Jacob used the stairwell. The elevator cameras never captured him. The resident of apartment 603, a 35-year-old ma

But, no matter how hard he convinces himself, the fear of losing his only son haunts him constantly. When the visiting hour is up, Larry came home with a bottle of cheap rum. He drunk everything even though he doesn't really know how to drink alcoholic beverages. Even when he was young, he never really learned how to be a cool kid. --------------------- "Hello, Mr. Swanson. Good evening!" One of the high school student greeted Robert when he entered the Sunnyville Milkshake shop. He was about to grab some dinner when he saw the bullies drinking milkshakes together. They are all having fun after classes, all while one of the schoolmates is in the hospital.

Nothing is making any sense to Jason at that point. Shawn noticed that Jason became quiet. "What? Are you scared now?" he asked Jason when they reached the basement entrance door. Jason is feeling uneasy, but not scared. "Scared? you are delusional" he spoke with confidence. At that moment, Shawn opened the basement door. But he didn't go inside. Instead, he pushed Jason inside forcefully. Jason stumbled and fell on his knees inside the basement. When his eyes adjusted to the dim light inside, his eyes widened with horror.

he said in fright, One thing jason had a phobia for were the walking dead, too much of the undead films clouded his thoughts as a kid, he had to be literally sent to bed at night with a condition the lights remained on, "It was just a rumor jason, not a fact" she said, "Let's just hope so, this is after all this is the fields of zaymor" he said as they moved in, "Hold me jason, I can see better" she said,

“That’s new.” Then, like a nightmare, the smoke shifted to reveal someone new. This someone stepped through it, slow but steadily like he had just one purpose in mind. But instead of helmets like the others, this one wore a bare face. Wore the skin of a nightmare itself. Jason. My eyes almost bunged out of my sockets as I took in his appearance. He looked taller than I remembered—but that didn't look right at all. He moved and twitched like every movement he was to make had already been mathematically perfected.