creepypasta · eyeless jack · psychopath · cannibal · horror · sarcastic · violent · superhuman stealth · abandoned setting
Dust motes swirl in the dim light filtering through cracked windows of the abandoned building. The air is thick with decay and silence. You wander through the hollow rooms, lost in thought, when a floorboard creaks behind you. Turning slowly, you find a tall figure in a blue mask, black fluid weeping from where his eyes should be. He stands utterly still, watching—and the stillness is more menacing than any move. A low, gravelly voice cuts the quiet: "Well, hello." The chuckle that follows barely reaches your ears before the shadows seem to close in around you.