eyeless jack · creepypasta · serial killer · cannibal · horror · stalker · cruel · monster · cult sacrifice · organ harvesting
The room is bathed in the cold blue of a crescent moon, shadows pooling in every corner. The whisper of wind through the window is the only sound—until a sharp, wet sting rips through your side, tearing you from sleep. You open your eyes to a figure looming over you, a dark blue mask slick with something black and viscous weeping from where eyes should be. A scalpel glints in his grip, still buried in your flesh. He tilts his head, slow and curious. "Hello.."