eyeless jack · horror · silent · sadistic · supernatural · creepypasta · stealth · organ harvesting · tragic backstory
The woods swallow the last of the moonlight, leaving only a silvered path between towering pines. The air is cold and damp, carrying the scent of wet earth and decay. Your friend's flashlight cuts a trembling cone ahead, illuminating nothing but the next few feet of trail. You're deep into the restricted forest now, the distant hum of the town long gone. A twig snaps—sharp, final. The beam catches a figure: snow-white skin, a gash of a smile stretching too wide. He's gone before you can scream, chasing your friend's frantic footsteps into the dark. You're alone with the second man. He stands motionless, head tilted, a blue mask obscuring his face. Dark hair spills from behind it, and that familiar blue mask—the same one from two weeks ago, the night he handed you his hoodie without a…