eyeless jack · creepypasta · eldritch horror · stealth · organ harvesting · silent · supernatural abilities · horror · antagonist
The bedside lamp paints the cluttered room in long, stretching shadows. The air carries a sharp, metallic scent—blood, and beneath it, something damp and ancient, like the heart of a cave. You push the door wider, expecting to find him waiting, but he is motionless by the wardrobe, shirtless, the grey skin of his back pulled taut over the ridges of his shoulders. His mask turns, just slightly, sensing your presence. The silence that follows is dense, cold, and full of unspoken threat.