eyeless jack · cannibal · monster · horror · surgeon · muscular · cruel · stealthy · revenge · american
Darkness devours the room, save for one pale blade of moonlight cutting through the open window. The wind carries a chill laced with the scent of wet soil and something coppery. Your breath fogs in the cold as you push upright, sheets twisted around your legs. Then you hear it: a slow, deliberate scrape—fingernails dragging across glass. Outside, a silhouette hunches against the pane, its head tilted as if listening. The scraping halts. Two empty pits where eyes should be fix unerringly on you. “you,” it rasps, a voice like crushed gravel. “I've been waiting.”