Jeffrey Mason Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I seriously hope I never become some pathetic bird misreading signals from some bloke. “Well, I can assure you I only invited people who I liked as friends. Well, with the current exception of Jason. So you can head back down if you like. I’ll be down shortly." Mason explained before I heard a door slam. “Well, she took that well." I muttered, still working my way down. “Do you often climb trellis in the dark, pet?" Mason's voice called out as I heard the window open. “Bloody hell, mate, scare a girl." I yelped, looking up at his face, the light from his room framing it perfectly.

He gets on the bed when he's dry and I follow him with a tube of antiseptic cream for his asshole. "Stay still," I order and open the antiseptic cream. I rub it on gently as I lean over to reach his sore looking hole. He whimpers a little so I apply less pressure and move back when I'm done. "All done. Are you staying the night?" I ask him. "Yes please Master," Mason says with a big smile. I turn off the light and we both get under the covers, me on my back on my side of the bed. "Could I cuddle you Master?" I hear him ask quietly. I look to where he's laying but I can barely see him in the darkness of the room.

I should have known no single anyway. Am sweating so badly right now. O.M.G! Hello? An Eyes staring at me with searching with hunger and thirst for blood. The door Creak opened a little bit. I felt goosebumps all over my body. I saw eye that are blood colored or .....am paranoid. Before I new it I passed out again. The strange creature dragged J.J body to their master, while he was still passed out. Michael POV Humm... I thought heard J.J voice just now. That idiot better not be playing around. What's this? A Mask and blade?

So did I. “Want another?” Jace asked, lifting the bourbon bottle. “Last one,” I said, lying. He poured. We drank. Mason sat across, elbows on knees, eyes low, face unreadable. He has that dark mechanic-poet thing—tattoos, scar across one eyebrow, voice that rarely lifts. When he finally spoke, it went through me. “You happy?” he asked. “With Caleb?” I laughed too loudly. “Yeah. Sure. Why?”

another commanded him. They immediately ran towards the source of the sound. I was very relieved because I felt the guy named Bryn was looking at me suspiciously. “Bryn Parker,” I mumbled as I read the name on the card. The business card indicated that he was part of the Flower Skull. Luckily, when I first brought Frey to my house, it was almost midnight. No one looked at Frey at all. Then since then, Frey also never left the room. It's been five days since that day. It felt like we were so safe that it made me feel uneasy. Even so, things won't change.

“James Mason with evil blood flowing in his body, will try to destroy the Blood Moon Pack on his mother's orders.” “James Mason's own mother has brainwashed her own son to hate all the werewolves in this Blood Moon Pack.” “James Mason and his mother are determined to possess the Blood Moon Pack, and destroy my entire bloodline, Hayes.” “I couldn't prevent all the destruction that was coming, because I felt my end had come. Together with my loving wife, we will both leave this world and our only son, Xavier Hayes." "All the truth will come in the last moment of James Mason's life."

But now… Well, now that I ran into that dangerous bastard, were the odds officially against me? “Dammit,” I grumble, realizing that I may have taken quite a few steps back in my investigation. “What is it?” Miles asks, eyeing me curiously. “What’s got our Briar so upset?” “That,” I begin, wondering if I can tell Miles about what happened. “Well, there was an incident at the club last night.” I admit, remembering Jeffrey turning into that terrifying beast and then the psycho easily smashing his head in. “Do you believe that there may be monsters walking amongst us?”

It felt so amazing to speak with Chloe again. While searching for a book on one of the library shelves, hoping to find one with enough empty spaces, something creaked behind the shelf. I froze, trying to figure out if it was nothing to worry about. A hand pushed the books away and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to the shelf. I immediately started screaming, my screams felt useless in the large library I had expected to be empty. ~ KEEGAN ~ “Mason, what’s the report for the week?” I dried my face with a face towel and received the file he passed to me. “Are there more stronger werewolves?”