Creepypasta Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.

I mumbled still petting it. The wolf suddenly moved out of my reach and stood on both legs. Oh God I jinxed it. I prepared for the agonizing pain that will befall on me but instead I heard a cracking sound. Looking up wolf was reducing in height and the fur started to shrink and his claws and snot were retracting? Was it normal for people to hallucinate before dying? The wolf now became a man, a very naked man if I might add. ‘Rosé’ my eyes shot up and met his.

He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever. But based on how things have progressed until now, we were no longer the same version of ourselves when we first met. Marcus started panting heavily all of a sudden. His eyes teared up as well. He rushed up to me and hugged me. "Stop talking about it, Jo! Please, just stop talking about it! You won't die! I won't let you die!" I shoved Marcus away in response. I watched impassively as he collapsed onto the spread of glass shards on the floor.

My first point of call is to break this bond. When we reach the elder’s house, he is ready for us to begin and as he anticipated, I was keen. He has already set out all of the ingredients except for the pieces of tissue from each of the mates. I pull out two Tupperware tubs. Each with flesh inside however, one piece of flesh is clearly a lot bigger than the others and when Christie looks at me confused I simply tell her that I wanted him to feel extra pain.

It's clear what's coming and I try to look away but there's a kind of compulsion about the obscene spectacle. One eye is popped out from its socket; carried away, head held high, by its owner, presumably for leisurely consumption elsewhere. The other is eaten in situ, with apparent relish by its rodent gastronome. Juliana's face, already bloodless and bloated, mottled green-black, becomes an eyeless parody: two gaping black holes, seeping black, staring into space. How many of them are there? What happens when they've finished with the corpse?

Or rather, out there in the dark. "Jack," Catherine said, tracing the black veins on his face. "Your eye..." Jack looked at his reflection in the polished steel of the reactor casing. His left eye was his own—hazel, human. His right eye was gone. In its place was a solid orb of blackness, with a burning, vertical golden slit for a pupil. It was the eye of the Wolf. The eye of the Entity he had fought in the dream. "I can see it," Jack whispered, looking at the ceiling, looking through the rock, through the earth, towards the signal from the mansion. "I can see the path."

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

Josh seems to be unconscious, which was probably caused by the massive lump on his head. Slowly I reach out a hand and shake him. He lets out a groan and opens his eyes extremely slowly. As he gets up he looks around for his attacker but can’t find it. I glance at the monster, well what use to be the monster. It had lost its entire colour, now just greyish colours like the sky on an overcast day; it’s eyes just black holes in its head. Josh looks up and see’s Ash and says “What’s that dickhead doing here? And why are you here Natalie?” “I could ask you the same question Josh. Ash and

His hair was a mess. Jack looked up slowly, weak and tired. Part of his face was bruised, as if he had taken a heavy blow. His lip was split, with dried blood at the corner of his mouth. But his eyes… the same eyes that were full of life yesterday now looked empty, like his soul had been left somewhere else. "Jack..." I whispered. I was still standing in the doorway. My steps slowly moved forward. The closer I got, the heavier the guilt became. I glanced quickly at David, but he was still standing behind me.