Creepypasta Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

Eyes as black onyx, deep and monstrous. “Kill me,” I whispered when I felt the tip of his penis nudge my opening, his claws digging into my wrists and thigh, His massive body pining me, and the blood trickling from my open wounds. The stream of moonlight that poured in through the window bathed Jack’s face, his black eyes glinting with pure evil as the devil shone through them. I closed mine tightly preparing myself for what was about to happen. My wolf was clawing to come out; she was so weak, that try as she might, she couldn’t surface to defend me. My body had given up even if my mind hadn’t and I hoped to the goddess that he would kill me after.

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.

Just what was behind this mystery? His gut instinct told him not to touch but… reaching out he grasped the link and before Gerald could get what happened, Jack suddenly sat up, opening his eyes, his pupils had varnished leaving only his sclera that was glowing white. His hollow-looking eyes glared at Gerald, who had already removed his hand from the link while in a startle by Jack's sudden wake, he stood there frozen from Jack's glare. Jack lowered his eyes slowly, freeing Gerald and making him stumble away from him, looking up to Jerry and Carl who was still dumb-struck at the sudden turn of events,

Rougher. “Jack…?” He doesn’t answer. I touch his shoulder. “Jack!” He suddenly jerks back, and when his eyes meet mine, I scream. They are glowing. Not a trick of the light. Not imagination. Bright. Gold. Inhuman. “Jack, your eyes!” He jumps off the bed and bolts into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him so hard it shakes the walls. And then I hear it. A sound. Low. Deep. A growl. Not human.

a shaky hoarse voice spoke as the area darkened a bit which confused jack for a second . " your making this place look dreary that's not good can't change anything here" he said with a dry smile and both of his eyes looking closed as he kept silent for a few seconds before the person opened his eyes which and turned red. "GO BACK BEFORE I MAKE YOU" the place returned to it's original color and the person's eyes went back to normal ' whoa ' jack thought to himself. " well let's start with who I am , I have no name I'm just a soul you found as you traveled around in boredom" .

I peeled back the layers with methodical precision, exposing the delicate, glistening viscera beneath. That’s why I say studying is important. Handful at these movements. The sight was both grotesque and fascinating— the human body reduced to its most primal, fragile form. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jack. He was frozen near the locked door, his hands trembling violently at his sides. His wide, terrified eyes flicked between me and James’s open stomach, horror painted across every inch of his face. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!" Jack’s voice was hoarse with panic, his limbs jerking as though he wanted to run but couldn’t will himself to move.

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."

No one with good intentions enters by crashing through windows. More figures jumped in, and from their scent, Katie could tell they were shifters—not the ones she was expecting. "Jackals," she spat. Katie shot one in the chest, reloaded, and fired again, hitting another in the head. The last one managed to reach her, and Katie slammed the hilt of the gun on his head, but the man blocked it and grabbed the gun. Surprisingly, he met no resistance and was able to take it from her easily, but then he felt a sharp pain in his throat, and his world turned upside down as he realized he had been decapitated.

I could’ve seen that picture a thousand times without spotting it. “It’s tall. Must be one of the men,” said Ricky. “I think that’s Joseph,” I murmured. “He’s at least six-three, and the library is his realm.” “One for our history books,” said Brandon. “But we ain’t using it.” He noticed Ricky’s surprise and shook his head. “We’re leaving the Blotters out of this episode. I want it to be focused on the shadow and the demonic parasites in general.” “Okay,” Ricky muttered, and went on to the next picture. “Here. This is a nice shot of the library and there’s nothing weird in it.”

Lucas leapt on top of him, his powerful protective instinct changing him into his true self, “I want you to suffer, “ Lucas' voice boomed in the room, “for all you've done to me and mine!” Jack's eyes widened in fear. Lucas' own unexplored power overwhelmed him. He could feel the fear off of jack as he twisted his head effortlessly and tore the flesh away at the neck while he fed. Jack's scream of pain was so piercing that Elsa had to cover her ears. Lucas drove his fist into his chest and removed his heart. He then stood, looking down at the body as it suddenly took on a pale look. Within seconds, the flesh began to turn gray then crumble into ash. Nothing was left but the clothes jack wore