Jason The Toymaker Creepypasta นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The witches told them it was safe to remove the yarn and that his parents could go in and move him. Just as Krystal touches her son, he grabs her by the throat and says you’re going to pay for what you did and snaps her neck. When she hit the floor Krystal was dead and her son was laughing. The witches run to hide saying that the spirit didn’t go back it attached itself to Jason.

He ran so fast, till he suddenly found himself in daylight. The sun shined bright above him and he found he was still in the forest running, but his legs were much shorter. He was now a child. The person holding his hand was also a child. The other child turned around and glanced at him. "Run little rabbit," he said and the scene warped. Jason suddenly found himself inside a dark tent back in his university camping trip. He and Marcus were in his tent. Marcus was hiding from those outside. With both of them now in the small tent, Jason felt ackward.

"Wow. I didn't know you have records of supernatural beings in DustVille" Jason was speechless. How much did his parents hide from him? It seems he was in the dark all along. "Wait, that is Mr. Markings, the janitor at school. He is a vampire. Come on, mom, how can it be true?" Jason was skeptical, looking at the middle-aged man in the old book and the one at school. He was always a loner and worked late in the evening and night at school.

I explore the luxury, sophistication and exclusivity of Jason's chamber, which brings back memories. “The very first day I stepped into this compound, as a naive young girl, Jason promised never to displease me, he promised me a life and gave me the opposite. He'd never go Scott free” I speak aloud wiping a tear from my eyes while the door cracks open, and it's Jason.

"You transformed, I saw what you did, you molded into a creature." As Jason burst out of laughter, I elbowed him instantly and whispered to him "Now is not the time." I glare at him to stop laughing and he put his hand above his mouth, probably to muffle his laughs. "I don’t do black magic or anything like that. I can explain everything to you if you give me a chance. Please just please stop being scared of me." She huffed "Scared of you! Why on earth do you think I will be scared of you? I’m not scared of you" She yelled

He handed me the crowbar that he carried and jested, “If a mummy jumps out, I’m out of here. Just so we’re clear.” “That mumbo jumbo?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You couldn’t find anything better to say.” “Well, hell sent us Worgens. Heaven sent us the resurrected. And you doubt we can’t pull a talking carcass out of a temple?” He flashed me an annoying smile and seriously took two steps away from me. I let out a heavy sigh and returned my attention to the crate. And though I didn’t believe the rigmarole Jason brought up, I couldn’t help holding my breath as I slid the flat end of the crowbar under the edge of the lid board.

“You thought you could hide from a familiar? From a Warren familiar? She sees through you. Just like her mother did.” Jason steps closer to me, and the air grows colder. “You’re just a girl,” he says. “A missing girl. No one will find you. Just like Drake.” My stomach twists. Drake. Jason leans in, voice low and cruel. “And soon, you’ll be nothing more than another offering.” He snaps his fingers. The candle flickers violently. And the room plunges into darkness.

Otherwise, don’t expect Jason to return alive. Since I was reborn, I did not rush to reply. Instead, I calmly tapped my fingers on the table and watched them perform their little act. Sure enough, a video call came through after a couple of minutes. I answered it without hesitation. Jason’s agonized screams sounded from the other end. “Clara! I’m in so much pain! I just came to Melvaris for a business meeting on your behalf. I never thought they’d trick me into the industrial zone!

But I could tell that she wasn’t happy about something, but I can’t tell since I really don’t know. Jason continued to play with his toy as he laid back on the bed, and then he suddenly looked up at me with an innocent yet curious expression on his face. “Uncle Daniel,” he said. “D…do you have more toys like this in your house?” I smiled. “Of course, I have other toys that you will like.” Jason’s eyes sparkled. He paused for a while, then he looked up, and met my gaze and said, "Is it okay for me to come to your house to come and see them?" he said it as if what he just said didn't change the atmosphere in the room.