Creepypasta Eyeless Jack Backstory Novels & Stories

He couldnt stop him stealing kisses here and there. They were tired of playing games and now Daniel had pulled Jack in between his legs watching some horror series. Jack was never a horror movie fan. While Daniel loved. And it was about a psycho killer who turned out to be a ghost. They had pulled a comforter on both of them while Jack would peek from the duvet whenever the murderer would appear on screen.

I still remember how she ripped out the eyes of all my dolls just because I chatted with the boy next door when we were kids. "October 19th, rainy. She found out about Julia, Madison, and Queenie. She said I was a traitor for finding new friends and was going to take them out for me. When I begged her not to, she almost killed me. "October 21st, sunny. She stole a sample from the School of Medicine. It was that eye specimen. She forced me to stage that Ouija board incident to scare all of you so she could blame everything on ghosts.

Everything was exactly as I remembered… the scratched furniture, the motorcycle magazines Jack had left, the faded curtains I’d never bothered replacing. And standing in the center of the room was Jack. But something was wrong. His posture was too stiff. His expression too blank. When he looked at me, his eyes were empty. Hollow. Like someone had scooped out everything that made him Jack and left just a shell. “Jack?” I took a step forward. He didn’t respond. Didn’t even acknowledge I’d spoken. The Broker’s voice filled the room, coming from everywhere. “Kill your friend, or watch your son die. You have ten minutes to choose.”

Too dehydrated to produce tears. "I brought you a present." Something had hit the floor near my feet with a wet thud. The smell hit me immediately. Decay. Death. Something that had been rotting for days. "It's a rat," Jack had explained cheerfully. "Found it dead in the garden. Thought you might be lonely." I'd screamed then. Screamed until my throat was raw and bleeding. Scrambled as far from the corpse as possible in the tiny space. "Stop crying or I'll bring more friends to keep you company," Jack had threatened.

Slowly, yet, painfully, I rolled my eyes upward to see who it was while I grabbed my stomach in pain. Blood wouldn't stop gushing from my mouth either and I knew deep down that I wouldn't survive this if first aid was not registered. That is if there was even an antidote for the poison. And then, our gaze met. But, have I seen a ghost? Why was my supposedly dead husband standing with Katherine in the midst of those people, snickering?

I immediately clear every single app in which I opened, before quickly throwing myself underneath Jack's covers. "Babyyy, wow youu should've seen meh out there." Jack slurred as he looked up at me with his completely dark and dilated eyes. "Did you win?" I asked, trying to act as if I didn't just invade his sense of privacy. "I fuckking killed them."

We were entering a realm where secrets were shared, alliances forged, and destinies intertwined. As we reached the entrance, a man with striking reddish eyes stood before us, his presence enigmatic. His gaze seemed to penetrate our souls as if searching for the true essence of our intentions. The man's voice broke the silence, addressing each of us by name—I, Mateo, and Tony. He demanded an access card, a symbol of our legitimacy in this clandestine gathering.

Jack said, his eyes glistening with love to whic Brianna never saw it before. “But once again an Omega just Omega. My mother never knew that creatures like them will claw at her back, that time I was 6 years old. I still remember it clearly,” Jack’s eyes darken. “It was the time where I just go home with a cake… Me and my mother went into some baking activity because we love baking… Usually, my nanny… Always come with us but that time, she act weird and didn’t want to came with us. She already looks weird since the day before and my mom thought that she wasn’t feel good or something so she just silence about it but when we already home…”

I held his hands back to my bre*st, and begged him excessively before he went on with the massage. His laughter is destructive! Mr. Jack tossed me on the bed and expected me to close my eyes. Why do I have to close my eyes? This doubt won't leave my head, if I am going to die at least I need to see what will kill me so I can rest peacefully in the otherworld. I gave him the look in my eyes, only I can choose what to do with it. Mr. Jack smiled, stood up from the bed, and went to the cabinet standpoint, paused a bit before opening the closet. He pulled out some stuff that looked unusual to me.

Jack’s beast was being sedated by silver and wolfsbane, but after feeling his mate’s death after the endless torture, his beast was able to use his anger to break free and somehow escaped. He looked lost as he told me this part of the story, his eyes glazed over as if he was reliving it. It tore at me to see that look on his face, because I went through something similar to his mate before my death. It helped me to trust Jack enough to stop trying to run away from him, and I told him a watered down version of what happened to me. I told him about my uncle, what his men did to me, though I left out that it all happened in my first life. I told him about being given to Lachlan to form an allia