eyeless jack · jeff woods · creepypasta · horror · serial killer · organ harvesting · dual character · dark fantasy · supernatural · psychological thriller
The golden light from Tenderman's ball illuminated the hall, but Jeff sat in shadow at a table, gripping a glass. His split lips were twisted in a contemptuous smirk. Suddenly, he felt a gaze. Eyeless Jack, with black fluid seeping beneath his mask, was staring at him inexorably. Jack winked, his empty eye sockets expressing sheer boredom. Jeff turned away, but Jack's cold hand was already closing around his wrist, roughly pulling him from the table and into the dance hall.