Eyeless Jack Story Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Susan sighed, "Such a shame Mr. Hough isn't Mister Long Legs." Late at night, in an operating room on the tenth floor of the basement of a secret science lab in Royal City, Jack was lying still on a pale operating table. The doctor held a sophisticated instrument to his eyes. A few seconds later, a pair of crystal lenses were removed from his eyes. Immediately, his amber pupils glowed fascinatingly under the shadowless lamp. "Your wife's skills are truly extraordinary. She has really cured your eyes!" The doctor exclaimed when he took out a new pair of crystal lenses to put into Jack's eyes.

“Shhh. Shhh… Open your eyes babe. Look at me. “ Said jack soothingly. “Wh.. Hiccup… Why did you brought… Hiccup… Me here like that? “ I asked struggling to talk. “I wanted to spend time with my love. Don’t cry. Open your eyes. “ He said. The image of dad hitting mom played again in my mind and more tears came. Jack was now sitting on the couch with me on his lap, sideways. He was rocking me back and forth whispering constantly to open my eyes. After few minutes he stopped moving and I felt something cold pressing on my lip. I opened my eyes to look a glass of water. “Drink” He said.

She always tucks her in and surprisingly Accalia never says no. After tucking her in, Jane gave Accalia a goodnight kiss and exited her room. Accalia felt sad that she couldn't share her past with Jane. She knew that she wouldn't judge her but her past was bitter to let out. She closed her eyes, this time she didn't see amber eyes but Davis's evil face, his eyes were red with fury. She has never seen Davis in her dreams but amber eyes but... Did it mean that Davis was going to find her soon? Accalia thought, her heart racing.

“It’s called Emerald Eyed Luna. I have really liked these werewolf books. It’s funny how they portray us!” “Human authors writing about something they don’t know anything about, awesome.” The thick sarcasm earned me a glare. “You should try loosening up a little. Maybe this sex scene will give you some pointers.” She held up her phone to me. Glancing down, the first word I saw was pussy. Not a bad idea but I didn’t need help. If last night wasn’t proof enough, I think I am good. “That’s okay. I think I got a handle on that stuff.”

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

Her ears began ringing and black dots began appearing in front of her eyes. He pulled on her hair before moving his hand down to her arm and slid it on her small and flat belly. Andreas felt her soft skin from the fabric of her white school shirt but ignoring that, he slid his hand below her right blossom and pushed his hand into the pocket of her blaze, pressing the back of his palm against her soft blossom. Annalise wasn’t breathing in fear. Her eyes remained shut as tears leaked out of her eyes continuously. The way his large and callous hand passed against her soft boob had her gasping. She was shaking in fear and this was not someone the little teen needed right now.

She pondered. A tiny rat circles the bucket of food. It jumps to the top of the bucket and fails, but continues to try until it reaches the top. Lara's hand falls over the poor rat once she reaches the top. "You filthy little rat! Do you want me to consume you? " She snarls and hurls the rat against the wall, and it limps to the small hole beneath the door. Lara crawls to follow the rat's trails and digs a small hole to make it bigger. She visualizes herself as a rat crawling beneath the door.

In the end, we split up to do our own thing. I was in the kitchen washing his hair, humming a tune as I washed. The live chat was horrified by the scene. 【Seriously, they’re made for each other. Only a complete lunatic would act this calm while washing a ghost’s head.】 They didn’t understand that, for someone as nearsighted as me, it just felt like washing a large, fuzzy, black watermelon. Then the “watermelon” spoke. “You seem to be in a good mood.”

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?