Creepypasta Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

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.”

"You are exaggerating, Nurse Cathy. I did not do it in the end, right? She managed to do it. But there is still something wrong, why she could not remember phase three?" Nurse Cathy walk up to us with the tray. The tray that I thought was empty had an eye sitting on it. "...D-doctor Eye..." I almost yelled in shock. Really, after Mr. Finch, the headless man, Doctor Eye was one of the scariest ghosts for me. Sir Reynold comes next.

” Beth turned her attention back to the journal,cleared her throat and began to read once more. “I could not move.It felt as if I were being held in place by invisible threads of steel.My heart broke,thinking of my precious baby at the mercy of this creature who could not be of this world.The more I struggled to move,the greater her joy was at my predicament.I will never forget her face,or this day,because it was the day when I stared evil itself in the eyes..." .........

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TWENTY-FIVE It wasn’t Liz on top of him anymore. Lightning recollection struck and burned: Jack, the man who tried to kill him, the man who wielded scissors, a feral opportunist with short-cropped hair and hatred in his heart. Crests of dead trees grew out of his back like angel wings. That hateful face perched at its center, eyes weeping blood. Lips parted to spit a severed centipede at Michael’s face. “Ever wondered what it’s like to be cut?” asked The Beast inside his attacker. No, not inside. This was Jack. Its voice undulated, hummed, the brushing of fly wings over rotting road kill.

The shadows awakened and took the shape of petrifying ghosts. A chest-less and armless man with a face covering his mouth as big as a sewer filled with flies; teeth as large as the fangs of a vampire. His neck ended a little below his face while the area of the chest was air. Around his legs, he wore his black long hair as trousers. A black cat with one eye remained attached to her master. The earless girl stood in the middle wearing her bloodied ears on her breast; spiders ran across her body leaving nothing to the eyes. She had no iris. In her right palm, a pumpkin with eyes sat opening its huge mouth often.

King Zachaeus, looked gloomy, staring at the night sky from his high-rise balcony. A gold-plated box clutched in his palms. His expression was sternly dark, as flashes of scenes played in his mind. Screams of women, chasing footsteps, a bloody hand clung onto the hem of his clothes; the person on the brink of death uttered a request which he reluctantly fulfilled. The dying person’s eyes showed no signs of despair or fear, rather they were filled with hatred and a strange aura of strength, followed by an ear-splitting scream.

“Your Lover. So, if you think I can’t pick out some dirty eyeballs, then you must be greatly mistaken. Because right now… I think I’ve gone mad already” And even before Jack could catch his next breath, I drove the knife right into his eye. * * “Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he yelped. * * Blood. An irritating view. Jack cried out and vibrated in pain as he lost access to his right eye. His hands shook miserably and even the sight was disheartening for me, but the sight of Leo on the bed clouded it all. “Dan it!! Open this door!” The guards yelled from outside.

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.

Sharp, gleaming fangs poked out as he licked his lips. The shadows around him twisted and shifted, my eyes followed the movements and the shadows morph into… babies! Tiny, eerie babies with hollow eyes, their wails echoing in the silence. My legs felt glued to the ground, and every instinct screamed at me to run, but I couldn’t. Jack tilted his head, his glowing eyes piercing through me like he could see every dark corner of my soul. His aura was suffocating, dripping with danger. My heart pounded in my chest, so loud I was sure he could hear it.