Creepypasta Eyeless Jack Novelas e Histórias

I tried to step around it but got the same result. “It seems that it will not let me go back.” I told Crimson as I turned back to him. He mailed his eyes at the eye. “Should I destroy it?” He had his knife outReady to take these nightmare Eyes out like he had done with all the rest but before you could moveSomething shot out of the eyeAnd buried itself right in his arm. The small knife is really an inch thick and 3 in wide. He reached for the knifeAbout to yank it outOf his arm when another oneShot out at him30 minutes to dodge this one since he was expecting it.

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.

He pulls back with a cry and gently touches his nose. "No." "You didn't have to break my nose!" whines Jack. "You'll be fine," I say as I roll my eyes. "Why are you so sensitive about me asking that anyway?" asks Jack. "Would you be comfortable if I asked what position you were in when you had your last orgasm with the last target you killed? Or the way she touched your body and how she cried as you broke her open?" I ask. Jack stays quiet. "Didn't think so," I reply.

His vision blurred as Jack fell to the floor. For a moment, the dark room became darker. He blinked his eyes in his throbbing head. Lexi peaked out from under the desk, her dark blue eyes a mix of fear and panic. One Alpha was atop him. The man took off his helmet. His cool grey eyes stared down at him, his face expressionless and plain except for several deep scars that crossed his cheek. He smiled wickedly and held the knife up to Jack's throat. Jack's heart pounded in his ears. This was it, he was done for and he didn't even get to save the girl.

Decay. The flesh quivered. An arm reached out from the mesh, its broken nails clawed against the floorboards. Its head peeked out from the clump. Eyeless, with skin folded over the sockets. Its jaws parted, revealing rotting sharp teeth where drools of ichor streamed down. Jayce stared, horrified, as more bodies unwrapped themselves from one another. Their arms extended outward, like extended insect appendages. The bodies were sealed off at the waist, but morphed together with each body. It raised itself. Each head pointed towards Jayce, Aiden and the children.

I couldn’t stop replaying it, the sounds of gunfire, the screams, the sickening growls of the infected closing in. I sat at the table, staring blankly at a report I’d been trying to read for the past half hour. The words swam in front of my eyes, refusing to settle into anything coherent. I rubbed my temples, trying to will the tension away, but it was no use. Sleep felt like a distant memory, something I couldn’t afford to indulge in.

Soon, the whole plate is gone and Jack looks sickly. "Jack, are you alright?" I check. He shakes his head, "No." As soon as that's said, I get an ominous feeling. Jack's eyes roll back into his head. "No!" I scream and scream. "Jack! Can you hear me? Jack!" Tears sprint down my face. They blur my vision and make it hard to breathe. I pull as hard as I can to release myself, it fails.

The elevator dinged, and as I blinked, brushing a few strands of hair from my face, my lips were slightly parted as I watched the scene unfold before me. Men and women... All naked. I could not move my eyes from their sweaty bodies, and my eyes moved to an older woman who was pressed against the wall with her legs wrapped around a man's waist, whose face I could not see. I could only watch as he slowly rocked in and out of her. My hand was held, and I looked up at Jack's face. "Amanda..." He whispered my name, but I grabbed onto his black turtleneck and pulled him in for a kiss.

Jack said, his brown eyes narrowing as he watched Eden walk away. I turned to Jack, my slender face set in a curious expression. "What? What don't you like?" I asked, giving him a glance as my main focus remained on Eden. He was walking towards his vehicle, his dark hair perfectly messy, and his sharp jawline accentuated by the afternoon sun. "I don't like the newcomers," Jack said, his sporty features twisted in distaste. "They look so creepy and like something carved, like some sculpture." I raised an eyebrow, my gaze flicking back to Jack. "Really? Or you're just jealous of their looks," I said, a hint of amusement dancing in my voice. I rolled my eyes slightly, my long, curly brown hair

They were hungry for flesh and bones, and thirsty for tasty blood. "Luna, what happened to your eyes?" Maison wondered after witnessing how her greenish eye pupils turned white. The lady started to feel worried, "Maison, what are you talking about?" She asked him while gently roaming her fingers from her cheeks to her eyes. But then after she removed her hands which covered her eyes for a few seconds, it turned back to normal. Maison smiled at her and said, "Oh, nevermind. I guess I'm just imagining things now." He uttered. He flashed a wide smile on his face and his small sparkling eyes could rarely be seen. The lady felt strange about what the guy mentioned to her. She knew that an attenti