Novel & Cerita Creepypasta Eyeless Jack

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

His grip around her body tightened and he pulled her more into his figure. When they broke the hug, Jack looked into Jenny’s eyes and suddenly smelled the musky scent of the jungle from her body. He sniffed her again and confirmed that she was the source of that scent. He was getting drowned in the scent. Jenny was feeling weird. Before she could ask anything, Jack’s eyes turned yellow and started glowing and the only word he said was, “Mate” Jenny gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. She had watched many of the movies and dramas. Jack’s stares were like some of them. She kept looking at him, and soon his eyes turned back. But the gentleness in his eyes was replaced by desire.

For a fleeting second, hope claws at me—maybe the guard was wrong, maybe he’s only resting, maybe— But then I see his eyes. Not the emerald green I share with him, not the fierce fire I grew up both fearing and yearning for. His eyes are white. Empty. A ghost’s stare. Dark smoke coils around his head like a crown of poison. His skin is pale, stretched thin, the color of ash. “No…” My voice cracks in the air, raw and desperate. Beside me, Jack whispers, grief rough in his throat. “I think his soul left his body.” The words rip me apart. I scream, stumbling forward, reaching for him—but Jack’s arms lock around my waist, dragging me back against his chest.

“And who are you?” “The man standing between you and him.” Jax’s voice turned lethal. “If you want Eli, you’ll have to go through my corpse first.” The Dreadlord laughed. The sound was wrong. Too deep. Too hollow. Madness echoed inside it. Then he snapped his fingers. The wall beside the living room exploded inward. Jackie screamed. I froze in absolute horror. A horde of wolves crawled through the shattered opening. Not normal wolves. Twisted things. Their flesh hung rotten from exposed bones. Their eyes glowed sickly white while decay dripped from their jaws. Some were missing patches of skin entirely. The smell alone nearly made me vomit.

I lifted my eye to him, and I could see a flash of gold in his eye, and they disappeared just as fast as they had appeared. He gripped my hand tighter, but it wasn’t the uncomfortable one. His thumb was caressing the back of my palm in an intimate way, and his eye was fastened on me, watching my every reaction. I was mesmerized; his forest green eyes were luring me in, and I couldn’t look away. I licked my lip as the staring got intense, his gaze making me all hot and bothered, and I could swear I heard him growl. "Hmm mmm." Jake cleared his throat loudly, and that broke whatever spell I was under. "That was some moment." He said in the mind link. "You guys were basically eye-fucking each ot

Somewhere a compressor coughed and settled. Sonja leaned into the cold glow of a jar and stared at a rat with two skulls fused along the temple. Her voice came out near a whisper, as if the room might correct her. “This place is wrong.” Will worked a fridge, breath ghosting on the gasket, and pulled rows of colour-coded phials that clinked gently in their rack. He held one up: green cap, label neat and minimal. “Supernatural.” Jack slid a red folder off a terminal, cracked it with his thumb. Touch. Hearing. Smell. Taste. Sight. — SUPERNATURAL. The headings stacked like a threat. He didn’t read the rest; he didn’t need to understand it to hate it.

Cold sweat trickled down my spine, the rumbling vibration ping from my phone coursing through my entire body in quakes. Fear slowly crippling me…I couldn’t stand upright, my eyes fluttering shut. Jack wasn’t just a sinful, sex lunatic…he was a diabolical monster. A cold-blooded monster. OH GOD! I cried, thudding limply to the hard floor.

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

Nathan growled to Kyara apprehensive she would be ambushed. Kyara walked to the exit according to Nathan's instructions but splashed her last words in a serious outburst of ire pointing to Jerome. "I want those eyes in my hands making him blind forever. He was staring at my woman parts like a hawk of lust." To her surprise before she could take the second step there was a huge yell followed by a whimper and something fell in her hands. They were the eyes of a human. Kyara looked back startled and saw two hollow pits bleeding in the place of eyes of Jerome. A satiated smile crossed her features followed by a nod to Nathan.

He simply stayed quiet, standing firmly on his feet while being manhandled by his bully. Unable to hold in his anger at the lack of reaction, Jonas pulled his arm back and punched him hard in the face. The teenager's head snapped back from the violent impact, but his body was held firmly in place by Jonas's tight grip on his shirt. Taking a slow, deep breath, the boy opened his eyes and stared right into Jonas's. His gaze was so acute and terrifyingly dead that the guys standing behind the jock instinctively began backing away. His eyes were bloodshot.