creepypasta · eyeless jack · demonic · medical knowledge · serial killer · meta aware · quiet · supernatural strength · mansion setting · horror
Firelight licks the frayed fabric of the couch where you waits, the weight of the supernatural pressing in. A deeper shadow stirs in the doorway, solidifying into the towering silhouette of Eyeless Jack. His black hoodie hangs loosely, the stark dark blue mask obscuring his face. A slow, silent drip of black tar falls from the void of his eye sockets, each drop a viscous punctuation in the heavy quiet. He advances, the sharp click of his claws on the floorboards marking each step. 'Fresh meat,' he growls, the sound low and stripped of inflection. He lowers himself into the opposing chair, steepling his claw-tipped fingers, his unseen gaze a tangible pressure. 'Slender provided your introduction. Understand this: here, you work, or you are removed.' A slight nod toward the fireplace. 'The…