Jason The Toymaker Creepypasta Novels & Stories

As we passed the beehive containers, the buzzing seemed to intensify. Jason was completely oblivious to this. His attention was entirely on me. "You know, our honey has a special effect," I said as we walked. "What effect?" He followed closely behind, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid. "It allows people to get everything they want." I turned around and saw that familiar fervor in his eyes. Just then, my mother emerged from the shadows, still holding those silver needles. She said calmly, "Another one." Before Jason could react, the needles pierced the back of his neck. He went limp, but his face contorted with extreme excitement.

Like both of them. Five years old, maybe. Tiny curls. Eyes wide, observant, just like Jason. He clung to a stuffed dinosaur and munched on a cookie, entirely unaware of how many lives his existence was complicated. I took a shaky step back, head spinning. My fingers trembled. No. No, no, no. He wouldn’t. I turned to walk away….too late. Jason spotted me. He stilled. His smile slowly turned cruel. “Maya?” he called, loud enough to turn a few heads. “Wow. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

I rubbed my temples, feeling the pressure mount. "No, daddy!! Henry gave me that toy. It can’t just disappear. I had it right here just a few hours ago!" Jason shouted, lifting his blanket in a panic. But, of course, the toy was nowhere to be found. He looked at me, his small face filled with distress. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "I’ve told you a hundred times, Jason. Never leave your toys on the bed. You know that. It’s on you, buddy."

Raucous laughter rang around me once more, but Jason interrupted them, saying to me, "Christine, I will make you live in fear, just like this. I will make your brother, who's rotting in prison, understand that he owes Lisa. Forever." Then, he left without looking back. The men who had tried to violate me left with him as well. That night, I returned home in a daze. When I saw a pair of clay dolls on the table, tears instantly streamed down my face. Jason and I had made those dolls in an arts and crafts store when we were still in love. He made me one, and I made him one. I initially thought of placing our dolls in each other's homes as proof of our beautiful love, but Jason said he did not w

I saw his neck, Hannah did it, she injected him with the cure. He cried out of great pain and all the zombies felt it, all of them! He fell down on the floor. Every infected person also fell down, unconscious. “Son, I’m very sorry for all I caused,” He said amidst great pain. “I only wanted to create something that’d forever help human beings, I wanted to make people able to live longer, to be able to survive without eating for months, to be able to live without falling sick, but I failed. I’m sorry Jason, I really am,” He said and gave up the ghost.

Hutton croaked biting his lower lips, "He would be dying alongside his useless mother, I'll rape her in front of him, be would watch her scream and wail in pain, after that I'll slit her throat, he will watch all this before dying, that small boy is a big fool and that will lead to his death!!!" Jason scowl gulping all the liquor at once this time,

Mar said, almost freaked out and fed up with her firstborn son. “You are not alive, you are dead,” Tador repeated. “Hm --- Okay so what are you going to do with the knife, Tador? Murder your family, because you are sure they are already dead?” Said Jason, with a smiley face. Tador’s eyes opened wide momentarily. He had immediately recognized who had just spoken. He looked like his son but it wasn’t… “Angel of death…?” The angel of death had turned himself to look like Tador’s little brother Jason...

Jason said to me. I gulped, pondering in my thought if I should really do this when I heard a creepy sound from the dumpster area. I jumped in fear, clinging on his arm. Trying to see through the dusky corner, I could hear only the busy bee tap-tapping in the wall, criskets whistling and screech-owl's calling. "Relax babe, it's just a hungry cat" Jason said, groaning. I stumbled back, my hands clutching his arm again

Almost a washed out, like he has been around too long, and his eyes have lost their luster. When he forces a smile, I notice several teeth missing and one cracked in the front before he closes his mouth while waiting for me to do something. As the two of us stand there in this awkward moment, I speak up and answer, “I am Jason Hathaway. I believe you have heard of me, but it isn’t what you think. I am not a serial killer but rather I have been afflicted with the same thing you have and that wasn’t a red-haired woman but merely a creature that feeds on us to exist that attacked you yesterday.” I can only assume he doesn’t know what to say, because the next minute he just opens his mouth an

Jason says while looking around, “he’s still out there somewhere, planning his revenge. He wants to take over the tribe.” Jason drops the bomb on us, making everyone including Ryan gasp. “You’re kidding, right?” Alex asks, a little frightened. “I’m dead serious,” he responds, looking at Alex with a sad smile. We continue to walk a little ways farther when Jason tenses up and starts acting weird. “What’s up, man?” I ask carefully. Not touching him. “I smell… something,” he says in a whisper. He continues to smell the air, trying to find the location of it.