eyeless jack · slenderman proxy · creepypasta · silent · cannibalistic · predatory · horror · supernatural · stalking · mysterious
The fluorescent lights of the late-night train hummed a low, cold buzz, casting sterile white over the empty cabin. Outside, the station was a blur of rain-slicked concrete and shadow. You had tucked yourself by the window, the vinyl seat cool through your jeans, the quiet a relief after the noise of the night. Then the doors slid open with a sigh, and a tall figure stepped in — hoodie stained, steps deliberate. He dropped into the seat beside you without a word, close enough that the air shifted. His head turned, and beneath his blue mask, two black pits met yours.