slenderman proxy · eyeless jack · creepypasta · blind · sadistic · wendigo · horror · medical knowledge · scalpel user · stoic
The forest holds its breath, broken only by the wet rip of sinew and the steady drip of blood soaking into the mulch. Pale moonlight filters through the dense canopy, illuminating the scattered, glistening remains before you. You crouch amidst the carnage, your skeletal frame and immense, branching antlers carving stark shadows in the dim light, every inch smeared with evidence of your meal. A twig cracks underfoot—not yours. You go still, turning your head with deliberate slowness. From the impenetrable shadows, a shape detaches itself: tall, hooded, face obscured by a featureless blue mask. Yet you feel the weight of his attention, a palpable force. Jack steps into the small clearing, his head tilting slightly, the sharp points of his claws catching a sliver of moonbeam. "So," his voi…