Jason The Toymaker Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“Dan cheated on my mother with this voodoo lady and once the voodoo lady found out she cursed my family. Not too soon after that my mother died. Once I got older, around sixteen I discovered the curse while trying to please myself. At first, I thought I was doing something wrong, but then I tried with a woman and I still couldn’t. Then multiple women and I still couldn’t. Dan finally told me what was happening a year later. I was like you and didn’t believe him, but it could never happen so the curse had to be true.” “Is that why you started this business?” Jason shook his head. “Dan started it when I was eighteen. He figured out a way he could earn money from my gift.” Alyssa winced at the

I grit my teeth, balling my hands into tight fists at my sides to stop my body from reacting to him. Like some kind of magical being showing himself, Jason appears at the opening of the woods. Two men beside him. Even in the darkness, I could see his face and God, he wasn’t the eighteen year old kid I left. I’m looking at a man. All man. Strong jaws and full bearded face. He didn’t even have a mustache the last time I saw him. I watched as realization dawned on him. His blank expression falls, a shocked look making his eyes widen. He looks like he has seen a ghost. “Jenna?”

"The werewolf that had the audacity to come in here should come out!" Bernard's voice reverberated through the house as he shouted at the top of his lungs, cutting in before Zara could respond to Jason's question. Zara's heart raced in her chest, fear coursing through her veins. Jason, sensing her unease, quickly pulled her closer to him, his protective instincts kicking in. "I am here with you," Jason whispered reassuringly into her ear, his voice filled with determination. "He would have to go through me first to harm you."

To make the matter even worse, both the son and the mother heard a thumping noise. "What was that-" "Nothing!" Jason grabbed his mother's shoulder as she was about to turn. "Probably rats!" He rushed out the first thing that came to his mind. Immediately regretting the choice of the sentence, which was highly unlikely to happen at the place his mother made him live. She was highly protective over Jason and did not compromise when it came to his living space. His mother made sure a cleaner came every day to clean his place. "Rats?!" She almost had a heart

A toy who wouldn't complain about a thing but rather submit to her boss; Jason. Jason moved over to a silver basket by the wall beside his gigantic flower vases to pick up a bottle of lubricant. He just needed to satisfy his sexual urge as he had always done before he began to live with Jasmine. He pulled his zipper and his hard dick sprang forward. He pushed down his pants and grabbed his dick in his hand. He pushed her hair behind to reveal her lush face. Her mouth was closed, so, he parted her mouth and brought his dick closer brushing it on her lips.

Call me weird, but I do like meaningful names. "What happened? Can you tell me who you were running from?" I squatted in front of him. He was still sitting on the bed. "Bad guys ran after us," Jason said. He paused and stared at me briefly. "They wanted something mummy couldn't give to them. So, they plan on killing both of us." I nodded, listening intently. I didn't think Jason was finished with what he was saying, even though he stopped after a few sentences. I didn't blame him for that. He was a kid, after all, and for a child his age, he sure did speak well.

he asked, because men always do when they meet a woman at the wrong end of a story. “Tired,” I said. Footsteps. Many. Not ours. Not human. Jason, arriving with two of his second mouths, breath bright with the satisfaction of being present for an ending. He took in the rogue on the ground, the hunter under my hand, the neatness of Edda’s unplugged lure, the line of snares Lyra had made into pretty garbage. His face did a slow, polite rearrangement. “Well,” he said, cheerful. “Look at that. A mess that cleans itself.”

The boy looked at the space beside him too, and his fear intensified. “Daddy!” the boy screamed and sprang out of bed. Kill the boy now! “No,” Jason objected. At the door, Tommy struggled against the handle. That was when Jason saw it, red-eyed creatures, no taller than two feet, closing in around the boy. Kill him!

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.

] Alicia: [Maybe I should give you what you want then. Jason: [Someone’s gotten bolder these last couple of days…where are you?] Alicia: [My room, thinking of taking my clothes off and seeing if this toy is any good. It looks rubbery, sleek and obviously not cheap.] Jason: [I only buy expensive things for you….kinda wish I was there to watch you.] Alicia smiled, rolling around to face the ceiling. Alicia: [Why are you not here? That’s your fault not mine.]