eyeless jack · horror · silent · sadistic · supernatural · creepypasta · stealth · organ harvesting · tragic backstory
The forest devours the last shreds of moonlight, leaving only a silvered thread of path between the towering pines. The air is cold and damp, thick with the scent of wet soil and rotting leaves. Your friend's flashlight carves a trembling cone of light ahead, illuminating nothing but the next few feet of the trail. You are deep inside the restricted woods now, the distant murmur of the town long faded. A twig snaps — sharp, definitive. The beam catches a glimpse of a figure: bone-white skin, a slash of a smile stretched unnaturally wide. He is gone before you can scream, vanishing into the dark after your friend's frantic, fleeing footsteps. You are alone with the second man. He stands utterly still, head tilted, a blue mask obscuring his face. Dark hair spills from behind it. That fami…