روايات وقصص ضمن Jeffrey Mason Creepypasta

I grab a mug from the cupboard and start filling it with coffee, hoping to God the caffeine hits hard and fast. “Bring back memories?” Mason’s voice comes from somewhere behind me, smug and sharp. I squint over my shoulder at him. “What the hell happened?” I mutter, pouring extra into the cup like it’ll save my life. Mason crosses his arms and leans against the counter like he’s been waiting for this moment all morning. “The food was laced. Some kind of mild hallucinogen. You and Theo got high as hell. Good thing it didn’t hit while we were still at the office, or I’d have left your sorry asses there.”

Kaylee wondered if maybe Alexander was asleep and she would need to wait til morning, however he doubted that. “What are you still doing up?” Mason asked as he groggily walked into the living room where Kaylee was sat waiting. “I can’t really sleep,” Kaylee looked down at her lap. “The nightmares are back.” Mason looked at her sympatheticly. Mason and Kaylee had grown closer. They had both lost loved ones and that made them closer. They were now apart of a club that neither one wanted to be apart of.

Adrian’s POV The new safehouse felt colder than the last, almost empty. Not physically, physically it was warm, secure, tucked behind iron gates and surveillance, but walls couldn’t soften the dread lurking around, it couldn't soften the fear beneath, locks couldn’t even silence the voice in my head repeating everything Jasper had said . Mason Vale wants you dead. I hadn’t eaten since we left, Noah hadn’t pushed, but he watched me like he was waiting for the moment I’d finally splinter apart. Like he didn’t want to force it but wouldn’t look away when it happened, he would be there to catch me afterall.

Darkness swallowed the house. I stopped breathing. Somewhere upstairs— Something moved. A slow creak. Like a footstep. Ethan immediately grabbed his phone flashlight. The beam cut through the dark shakily. “Nobody move,” Mason whispered. Too late. Another creak. Closer this time. Directly above us. My bedroom. Every muscle in my body locked. Ethan looked upward slowly. “There’s someone upstairs.” “No,” Mason whispered. His face looked bloodless now. “There’s something upstairs.”

“Mr. Lyons, the autopsy report is ready.” A colleague’s voice rang in my ears. I jerked my head up and froze at the sight of several familiar faces. “Dr. Jaffe, how many pages did you write this time?” Someone mocked me with his tone dripped with contempt. I sprang to my feet with widened eyes. When I looked at the familiar autopsy room, it hit me that I had been reborn on the very day my boyfriend’s childhood friend claimed to be a ‘corpse whisperer.’

"Can you enlighten us further about those text messages you received, huh, Jasper?" Jasper then dropped the bunch of papers to the table. "These were the lists of names I received last night. I printed them out one by one. There are thousands of names on the list that I don't know of. And I found out Malia and a middle-aged man were somehow involved in the killings of the werewolf kinds." Out of curiosity, I slid onto the couch and grabbed a piece of paper. Joshua and Justine followed. But not beside me. For what it's worth, their extreme resentment, including Nathaniel, ease of.

In panic I reach my friend, Mason, who is my best friend and the pack healer, it's late, I just hope he could connect to my mind link. "What is it, hooligan?" That was Mason's voice, my best friend. "Can you please come over, I need you to do something very important for me." "Something like?" He asked. "I am sick, so I need treatment." "Are you sick of blood?" "Mason!!!" I yelled in frustration, I could hear him titter and then he disconnected, slowly I make my way back to the brown-haired woman lying on the couch, where I had placed her gently, my gaze hadn't left her body, I was practically watching her, with interest and this is making me nervous, no woman had ever got a second glance fr

" I stared at the device in my hand, watching Jeffrey’s messages flood the interface. We were in a high-tier suite at the Pacific Crest Resort, and the silence of the Silverwood was being shattered by the frantic vibration of my phone. [Where have you shifted to? Answer me, Grant!] [Look, you have a pup at the Tower. He’s sitting in your chair, and he’s claiming to be your blood! A literal heir just walked through the front gates!] [Well, well. Look who’s been marking territory in secret. You better have an explanation for this when you get back!] A son? I felt my brow knit together in a sharp line of irritation. Jeffrey’s sense of humor had always been erratic, but this was crossing a line.

Brenda ordered While Mason groaned as he struggled to control his hands that moved involuntarily on their own as if wanting to clear away the Mountain Ash. "A....Am....Am so Sorry Brenda but n.....no...not today, Re....Reed needs to be stopped, He....He needs to Die!" Mason stuttered while his eyes glowed green, a burst of raw power shot out from him While Brenda gasped as Mason chanted a Spell which helped in breaking through the aura of submission. " No....... Let me Go!!!!"

" I almost laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. I used to think Ophelia was just born rotten. As it turned out, Lauren wasn't any better. Like they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I shot Lauren a cold glance, then suddenly waved toward the distance, my voice bright. "Mom! You're here!" Lauren jerked her head up and followed my gaze. The operator who had controlled the memory extraction machine that day was striding straight toward us. I looked at the two of them, stunned speechless, and let out a quiet, mocking laugh. "Sorry. I already have a new family now. I have a new mom. If you keep bothering me, I'm calling the police."