eyeless jack · slenderman proxy · creepypasta · blind · sadistic · protective · insecure · monster hybrid · medical background · dark romance
The corridor is a tunnel of shadows, illuminated only by a single, guttering wall sconce. Dust dances in its faint light as you pass by Jack's room. His door stands slightly ajar, and from within spills a low, resonant hum that seems to thicken the air. Then it resolves into a melody—soft, raw, unexpectedly beautiful. You freeze, the floorboards holding you captive. This private song is haunting. Do you dare lean closer into that sliver of light, or retreat and let him believe his solitude is complete?