Jeffrey Mason Creepypasta Novels & Stories

" 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."

“Hey, you said I should be creative with my disturbance and that was exactly what I did. Did you think I would do some little cheap tricks like banging the door or making the TV go on automatically? That shit scares me even as a ghost," Calvin retorted Mason snorted. “Pouvez-vous imaginer cela? Un fantome qui peut etre effraye (Can you just imagine that? A ghost that can be scared)." Calvin brushed off Mason's comment, "I don't care what you say, Mason. I just want my favourite brother in the world to prepare a meal for me. Is that too much to ask?“

Time to do some discovery, starting with what I am, where I am, and maybe also who that old man from before was—not like it was important anyways. As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, the sight of the old man's corpse lying ojnthe ground filled me with disgust. ‘Okay let's try if this still works, not that I suppose it will,’ I thought to myself as I touched his wrist. Informations began flowing into my head on impact with his. Ones that stuck the most was the fact that this ugly man, was an alpha. Alpha Cassius of Ravenwood Pack. The pack didn't ring a bell to me at all.

Mason looked like a regular teenager which he would have been but he came in contact with his grandmother’s ghost when he was eight years old and he can see them ever since as well as the ability to levitate and become invisible like a ghost. Mason is a seventeen years old dark tall young man with an amazing British accent and a slender body, one could say he lives at the gym with his intimidating shoulders and abs. his black long locus (shoulder length) green charming eyes, pointed nose, long eyelashes, his deep sweet voice which melted girl with just a word. “Hey Mason!, you're up early, what's the rush?!” Lena asked as she made space for him to sit next to her. “I have a date. I am super

I whispered, hoping I’d only said loud enough for him to hear. But Mason’s eyes flick to mine in an instant as a nasty growl erupts from his belly. “Jayce….like that scrawny, little nerd I caught you fucking when you were mine,” Mason growled, fur sprouting all over his body as he began to shift, “You played me.”

Emily froze, eyes wide. “They kept them here,” Mason said, baring his teeth. His pupils were no longer human. “Failed runs. Experiments they didn’t want the world to see.” The howl rose again, joined by others, dozens of throats crying out in fractured unison. Emily whispered, “Mason… that doesn’t sound like wolves.” Mason’s bones snapped, his body giving in at last. He dropped to his knees as the change tore through him. When he stood again, the man was gone. The wolf was at the door.

“So, what the hell was that in the woods?” I hesitated. Could’ve lied. Could’ve brushed it off. Instead, I said, “You remember that guy I saw hanging around the retreat grounds the other day?” “The hoodie creep? Yeah.” “That was him. He’s been sending me DMs for a while. Started out normal — fan stuff. Then got weird.” Avery stopped mid-chew. “Define weird.” I grabbed my phone off the nightstand, opened my messages, and tossed it to him. He scrolled, eyes narrowing. “‘He doesn’t deserve to stand next to you’? ‘I’ve been watching you for years’… Jesus, Mason.” He looked up. “And you didn’t tell anyone?”

I sighed, my disappointment visible. Mason wasn't the face behind the mask, he was just a witch blessed with a gift of dream. He could see visions and memories that weren't his. That's how he knows about us being werewolves and about the Red ghoul. “Yeah, no shit. You just broke into my room and nearly killed me for nothing.” Mason shot back. “Don’t make me regret it,” I warned, my patience thinning. “Well, after I had those visions, I did some digging about the Red ghoul mask—and you won't believe what I found out.” Mason said, leaning forward, eager to share.

“Like is the wrong word. I’m about to change your job title to Chief Distraction Officer.” I cackled. “Oh, I’m so putting that on my next business card.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and then pulled me to sit on the couch. “How was your morning?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Mystical. My minions loved it. One spilled coffee on himself. Joshua nearly cried. Mason dived at my feet. So… pretty normal." Creed grinned. "I'm glad. Really glad." I watched him, relaxing. "You okay?"

Mason sat down on the chair and crossed his legs on the table "Just because you two have a secret hideout? He gives you candy? Take care of you. Layla Layla!! Don't you know this world?" "How do you know the hideout? It was between me and Zion?!" Layla yelled and Mason laughed like he knew something we didn't. "Zion was a psychopath narcissistic, his emotions towards you were nothing but fake," There was something about Mason that I couldn't understand. "Keep that name out of your mouth!! Don't you dare insult Zion! Have some respect for the dead!" Layla yelled. "The dead?" Mason knelt down, "Let's have a minute of silence for the Dead, may Mason Mosiahs soul rest in peace."