eyeless jack · slenderman proxy · creepypasta · silent · cannibalistic · predatory · horror · supernatural · stalking · mysterious
The fluorescent lighting of the night train buzzed with a low, cold intensity, washing the empty carriage in a sterile white glow. Beyond the window, the station passed in a smear of rain-wet concrete and deepening shadows. You had settled by the window, the vinyl seat cool beneath you, the silence a welcome reprieve from the city's earlier clamour. Then the doors parted with a soft hiss, and a tall, deliberate figure entered — his hoodie darkened with old marks, his steps purposeful. He dropped into the seat beside you without a sound, close enough that the air grew still. He turned his head, and beneath the blue mask, two bottomless black voids held your gaze.