Jeffrey Mason Creepypasta Novels & Stories

she hesitates, looking at the pile of blankets before her, "I haven't told Mason he isn't the father." "Why not?" I asked, sitting up straighter in my seat. The bandages move, and my skin itches; it'll be time to change them soon. "I know you haven't spoken to him, but Mason isn't in his right state of mind. He hallucinates, and smells faintly of sweet rotting meat. He's not the man you fell in love with-nor the one I did either." she says. I wrinkle my nose at that description; it sounds like Mason's dead but his addiction to the Fae fruit is what's keeping him alive.

Sometimes his different acts surprised me along with making me grip unto fear all the time. “Is she awake or still unconscious Jeff?” Mason turned back to his phone and I quickly followed suit. “She is unconscious but I can wake her up boss.” Jeff replied with a smile and that made me even more terrified. This was the first time I had seen Jeff in this form. No wonder he didn't have a heart to help me whenever I was in pain. He was just like Mason. A heartless monster. Before I knew it, Jeff appeared back on the screen holding a bucket filled with water. I gasped as soon as he tossed the water off the bucket right above her. Patricia gasped loudly afterwards and saw her body shivering. The w

I agreed with him, trying my best to ignore the tent in his pants and erase the idea of sex from my mind. Severed head. Dead dogs. Lying mothers, and huge, scary Lycanthropes. The Alpha's monster cock popped into my mind, and for some reason, I thought of Miley Cyrus's Wrecking Ball. The shrill sound of a record scratching blew away all my thoughts, and I blinked away the image. Now isn't the time to be thinking about big dicks smashing through a pussy like a battering ram. I should say goodnight and face the other way. Mason would eventually fall asleep, and his leg would be healed by morning.

"Perfectly fine Mason, I thought I felt something creeping up my leg." But her game is not yet done; she gently lays her hand onto my knee and slowly, agonizingly slowly, run her delicate fingers up between my thighs. My breath hitches, and I spill half the contents of my glass over the table. Once again, the Mason just smiles with a goddamn smirk on her face, "Josh, are you sure that all is fine." "Yes, Mason, some insect just landed itself on my knee. They surely should look at exterminating these pesky little bugs."

Kyle immediately tried to stop Mason. Mason said nothing as he slammed Kyle hard onto the ground with a single over-the-shoulder throw. As Mason poked the metal rod into the car, he felt an overwhelming fear that he had never felt before in his life. When he finally touched the figure inside and realized that it didn't feel like a person, he almost collapsed on the ground in relief. "It's not a person. Continue searching!" Mason said loudly. … Meanwhile, after her manic episode, Janice straightened up and looked down at Summer from above. "I know your family, and maybe even his, are going to be frantically searching for you soon!"

His voice was low, but firm. I shook my head. “Too clean. Too precise. Jarek’s the kind of enemy who stabs straight for the heart—and doesn’t bother hiding the blade after. But Jeffrey? He stabs you in your sleep, then wraps the knife in silk. You don’t even feel it until it’s too late.” I pulled a folded letter from the inside pocket of my cloak—found this morning, tucked inside Jonas’ clothes after the Beta’s execution. “Cripple Moonveil economically. Cut off every supply chain that could make them rise again. Until the girl with fragrant blood is mine.”

I smiled. "What about you Mase, what did Uncle B bring you?" I turned my gaze to Mason, he took out a wolf figurine and crinkled his eyes and nose. "Look mummy, it's a Wolfie Superman," he announced with a splitting grin because, for some reason, Mason had a weird fetish about anything werewolf since he could walk. "But wait a minute, Uncle B how did you know this is what I wanted?" Mase inquired looking at Brian. Brian cleared his throat and let out a sly smile, "Well, there is a pretty fairy that whispered to my ears about all the things you like," he answered back winking at me. I chortled.

Without warning, Mason viciously slapped Harper, and the intense pain left her right cheek numb. "Let me show you something nice." Mason pulled out a syringe from beside the seat. The creases on his face formed a horrifying grin. "No. Get away from me!" Harper fought desperately, but Mason plunged the needle into her neck. "Go to hell, bitch." Mason's eerie laughter echoed as Harper felt the world before her fade to black.

Mason averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck. Fucker. “I had them investigated, but the file was… well, it was stolen.” He shot me a look but quickly glanced away. Great, now he was tossing the blame on me. “I did read the file before it got stolen,” Mason continued, tone clipped. “Unfortunately, there was barely anything useful in it. Mostly details about their obsession with collecting Outworlder artifacts such as strands of witches’ hair, vampire fangs, lycan bones, ancient silver arrows and bullets, even preserved ghoul corpses.”

Rex said, thoughtfully. “She died a few hours ago,” Jeffrey pronounced in a matter-of-fact way. Rex was not only shocked about the news, but he was completely taken aback by the apathy shown by Jeffrey over the death of his mother. Seeing his father’s surprise, Jeffrey smirked. “Did you expect me to be sad and tearful? We wish for death in this place. In fact, we long for it. You’ll see what I mean soon enough.” He scratched his head in thought. “They bred mother until her body gave out and then they turned her into a servant while they waited for her to die. I don’t know why they don’t just kill us instead of letting us deteriorate like that. It’s twisted. Then, they’re a very twiste