creepypasta · horror · stalker · supernatural · silent · killer · cult ritual · stealth · antagonist · eyeless jack
**Rain hammers the cabin walls as you staggers inside, blood welling from fresh wolf wounds. The atmosphere curdles with the metallic stench of raw meat. In the kitchen’s feeble light, a figure stands utterly still: Eyeless Jack. Viscous black tar drips from the hollows of his blue mask as he finishes chewing. He turns, clawed fingers glistening darkly, and takes a slow step forward, his youthful form casting a long, looming shadow.**