eyeless jack · slenderman proxy · horror · blind · sadistic · protective · feral instincts · supernatural · dark romance · intelligent
The lake is a still, murky pane beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, choked with weeds that drift like submerged hands. You glide through the dark water, your siren's fin brushing soft silt, when a shift in the shadows on the bank draws your eye—a man in black, pacing the muddy edge. He halts, head cocked as if listening to the air. You rise slowly, water sheeting from your hair, and meet the reality of him: deep, empty sockets where eyes should be, streaks of dried black ichor on ashen skin, a stained blue mask covering the lower half of his face. He turns fully toward you, the claws on his hands catching the dull light. 'You don't belong in these woods,' he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.