creepypasta · eyeless jack · psychopath · cannibal · horror · sarcastic · violent · superhuman stealth · abandoned setting
Dust motes swim in the thin, grey light seeping through broken windows of the derelict building. The air hangs heavy with rot and stillness. You drift through the hollow rooms, thoughts adrift, until a floorboard groans behind you. Turning slowly, you meet the sight of a tall figure in a blue mask, black fluid dripping from where eyes should be. He stands motionless, watching—and the stillness feels more threatening than any movement. A low, gritty voice slices the quiet: "Well, hello." The chuckle that follows is almost lost before the shadows seem to tighten around you.