Origin of Eyeless Jack
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Jack continued pressing the button on the remote, idly watching the different channels pop up before changing again. Nothing really came on during the weekends, surprisingly. Nothing but 'Paid Programing' and other TV shows he didn't enjoy. Sighing, the college student rose up from his sofa, making his way to the desk resting against the wall next to his bed. He was already done with homework, finishing most of it in class that day. Unlike his roommate, Jack could get his shit done fast enough to have the rest of the day to himself to do whatever.
He wasn't feeling to play any video games. Didn't really want to drive out anywhere. Swiping his black hoody off his chair, Jack slipped it on and grabbed his dorm keys shoving them in his pocket after closing the door behind him. A nice walk around the campus should do the trick. Fresh air usually calmed him, if not helped him think. Lately he'd been feeling… different. He knew it wasn't his b
Creepy Pasta: The PuppeteerCreepy Pasta: The Puppeteer2 years ago in Horror More Like This
I had this doll for quite a while now.
It was a beautiful porcelain doll. You know, the way that most porcelain doll looks like. I was just like that. Wavy, long blonde curls. Black eyes. A beautiful pink and red dress with a typical headband with lace around the edges. It was a doll I received from my mother at an early age. At that age I always thought it was such a pretty doll - A perfect look. My grandmother had almost fifty dolls of that kind. All of them beautiful, perfect porcelain dolls. But this one in particular, the blonde with the red dress, I will always remember.
Because this is the one that would be the death of me.
I lived alone for quite awhile, had now. I had just gotten into college, seeing my whole life lay in front of me and all I had to do was to just go and pick out what I wanted. Easy as that. I was aiming for Psychology - A subject I had started to respect and enjoy the last three years. Seeing as my mother was a nurse and my dad a therapist, It was
Eyeless Jack x Reader Part 1"I don't understand why you hate them so much... They're pretty."Eyeless Jack x Reader Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gee thanks... cause I really want to have 'pretty' eyes." Jack pouted, kicking a pebble off of the sidewalk.
You sighed in defeat, there was no point in arguing. No matter how much you adored your best friends sparkling deep blue eyes, he hated them.
You knew the reason why he hated them, but you had hoped he would take your opinion into consideration, especially when it had to do with his gorgeous eyes.
Actually... everything about him was gorgeous. His hair was a sun-kissed chocolate brown and his smile was flawless. He always hid his toned, muscular arms underneath a black hoodie.
"Thanks for walking me home Jack." You smiled
"No problem (Insert nickname)." He replied, turning and walking down the sidewalk.
You pulled out your keys and unlocked the front door. You remembered that your mom was on a meeting for work and wouldn't be home until tomorrow.
You changed into comfortable (Insert Favorite Color) Pajamas and cu
The Origin of Eyeless JackA young boy sat in the shade of a tree in his backyard. Not much could be said about him. He was a somewhat ordinary child with reddish brown hair and stunning hazel eyes. He had fallen asleep about an hour earlier while reading a book. Now his slim frame rested against the trunk of the large oak tree, his chest rising and falling as he breathed softly. A woman walked out the back door of the house that the yard belonged to and approached the boy. She smiled, placing her hand on his shoulder and shaking him gently. He opened his eyes a little and rubbed the left one with the back of his hand. His vision came back into focus and he saw the smiling face of his mother looking down at him as she said, in a sweet and kindly voice, “Jack, sweetheart, its time to get up.”The Origin of Eyeless Jack2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He got up shakily, his body still half asleep, and asked, “Hmm? What... What time is it...?”
“About six o'clock, dear. Your dad will be home any minute.” she answered.
Jack nodded then sto
CreepyPasta: Bloody PainterCreepyPasta: Bloody Painter2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This is Helen, 14 years old. His dark circles feel as if he has never slept enough. He doesn’t care about his messy black hair, since he doesn’t like to put too much effort on tidying himself up; it’s unnecessary.
His seat is at the back of the classroom, next to the window; he always sits there drawing quietly, as it is like everything to him. He doesn’t like to socialize with people, making him a lonely one.
There was a person being pushed to the floor after school. That’s Tom, who is always the victim of bullying, not because he did anything before, it’s just the dislikes of people around him. These things happen often, and Helen is used to it. Though he does feel bad for Tom, he doesn’t want to interfere, as it is quite bothersome.
During recess, Judy says she’s missing her watch as she searches for it. Helen doesn’t help her, since it’s none of his business. Suddenly, someone sees something flashing in Helen’s bag.
Creepypasta: LuluIt all started with another family camping trip. My brother Andy, my parents, my Aunt Laura, my Uncle Ben and I always planned an annual camping trip to the nearby mountains. Every year we would hike a bit higher and walk a bit farther. This year we went up about 10 miles and half way around the mountain to a grassy flatland. It was pretty nice, quiet and unmoved by the urban life just a few miles down the road. The only part I didn’t like was that there was no actual bathroom so if you needed some quiet time in a john you needed to take a shovel and hope you don’t pick up poison ivy.Creepypasta: Lulu1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was getting closer to sun down and the camp was all set up and the fire was crackling in the center. I had the greatest urge to take a piss so I told my mother I was going into the trees for a moment. She told me not to go too far and I nodded to show her I understood. Then I left.
I walked into the collection of trees moving just far enough to see the light. The last thing I wanted is one
CreepyPasta - Drip Drip DripYou toss and turn in your bed. Not wanting to wake up from your ultimate freedom, your dreams. But the feeling is too strong. Your bladder is causing your lower abdomen to grow sore. You gotta go. Now.CreepyPasta - Drip Drip Drip3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Waking up slowly, you turn to look at your clock. 3:18AM. Fuuck. Why couldn't it have been around 6 or something? You got to get up early so you won't miss the bus again. Your mom got so pissed off at you today, and complained about you not going to bed early, staying up too late playing video games or some shit like that. Which, is only half true at times...
Kicking off the covers, you feel the nice sheet of warmth peel back off. You get out of bed, walk across your room and began to slowly turn the knob, not wanting to make too much noise. Might wake up your brother, who's sleeping just down the hall. Pulling back the door with a swift motion, you creep down the hallway to get to the bathroom. The closer you got to it, the more the floor creaked. You bit your lip, hoping t
Creepypasta: Virgin Mary's SaintCreepypasta: Virgin Mary's Saint1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It'd been quite some time since I last saw my grandmother. Her birthdays tomorrow, so my family and I are paying her a visit. There had been conflict between her and my mother over the past few years, truthfully, the reason seems unclear. There have been times when I ask my mother about it, but for some reason she always avoids the subject.
My mother, father and I have been in the car for a couple of hours, and we've nearly arrived at my grandmother's house. I rest my head on the window, staring out of it. Numerous houses pass by, streetlights gradually began to turn on as the day faded into night. Some flicker on and off, and others shine steadily into the dark. The neighborhood looked... abandoned. Most of the bushes and shrubbery were overgrown along side houses that appeared to be broken in appearance. The screech of the break signaled that we had arrived at our destination.
"We're here," my mother spoke up from the front seat. I grabbed ahold of my bags that h
Eyeless Jack x Reader Part 2You froze, registering his repeated words in your mind.Eyeless Jack x Reader Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"(Insert Nickname)?" He asked.
His voice... It sounded too familiar...
Suddenly everything made sense...
Your friend Jack hates his eyes= "Eyeless" Jack
Eyeless Jack knows your nickname= Your Friend Jack
Your friend Jack= Eyeless Jack
"Oh... my... God... J-jack...?" You gasped, sitting up quickly and backing away.
Jack's father was a surgeon... He was mentally insane...
He murdered his wife- Jack's mother and seventeen of his patients...
He used to bring their organs home with him in plastic bags and hide them in Jack's bedroom when he was little.
Eventually this disturbed Jack...
Jack's eyes were identical to his fathers.
When his father committed suicide, he cut out his eyes and mailed them to his son in a plastic bag.
Ever since then, Jack hated his eyes... Every time he looked in the mirror, all he could see was his fathers dead eyes... staring back at h
Creepypasta:Judge angelsCreepypasta:Judge angels2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Today is an important day for the Clarks; after 10 months, Mrs. Clark is finally going to give birth to her child. Everybody in the region knows Mr. Clark of the Clarks, that famous and serious Judge, lives here.
After a few hours, the nurse delivering the child walks out from the room with an awkward expression on her face, and goes to Mr. Clark’s office to see him. “Um, Mr. Clark…” The nurse looks at him with a shocking expression on her face. “Yes? What is it?” Mr. Clark looks at the panicking woman as he frowns. “Uh…you might need to see it yourself, Mr. Clark.” “What is it that needs me to go take a look at? Why not tell me now?” “Well…your child seems to be a bit “Special”.”
The two arrives at the room where Mrs. Clark is taking a rest. She’s lying on the bed, and next to her is Mr. and Mrs. Clark’s child. Mr. Clark notice
Eyeless Jack x Reader Ch. 1. FlashbackTears came running from your eyes, its like they wouldn't stop coming, memories flooded around, making you remember everything, you sat on the stairs, crying your eyes out.Eyeless Jack x Reader Ch. 1. Flashback2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The one you loved the most; was gone, the only person you had left, were missing, and they've searched for him in two weeks now.
He was the closest person you had, he had always been there, loving you, caring for you, always...
He held you when your parents were killed... He held you when your sister passed away, he had always been there.
You remember the night your parents died, like it happened only yesterday.
You and your boyfriend was standing outside the front of the door. You held hands as he kissed you lightly on the lips "see ya' angel" he smiled at you, you blushed a bit and hugged him "yeah"
Pulling away a bit you looked at him, smiling. You pulled all away and turned around grabbing the door, "bye" you said as you opened and he went towards the street.
Creepypasta: The Doll MakerCreepypasta: The Doll Maker1 year ago in Horror More Like This
The Doll Maker
There once was a man who made beautiful dolls of all shapes and sizes. He even made life sized dolls. Many requested these expensive and exquisite dolls and though these dolls brought the humble man a lot of money he lived modestly with his young son Vine.
The young boy was fascinated by his father’s work. The doll parts and finished dolls filled the home. Each was unique and had their own beautiful personality. Vine would watch in fascination as his father would paint the delicate lips upon their pale faces. He wanted to be just like his father someday and create gorgeous works of art.
One day a rich business man requested an ornate life sized doll from the humble doll maker, he went by the name Gier. However the doll maker refused to make the doll upon discovering Gier was crooked and wanted the doll for perverted means. Gier grew enraged at the makers refusal, so enraged that he sent hired arms to get rid of the doll maker.
The doll makers home was set ab
His Angel (Eyeless Jack x Reader)A/N: Kinda of a flash back chapter. It's basically gonna show you how EJ feels about you and what not. ENJOY~His Angel (Eyeless Jack x Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your heart started to hammer against your chest as Jack creeped closer to the bottom of your window. You thought about rushing downstairs to tell your parents or at least scream for help , but you were frozen in silent fear.
You lost sight of him once he reached the bottom of your window. You heared a shuffle , as if someone was climbing and then you saw him. He looked exactly the same as he did the last time you saw him. Same bluemask. Same dark bottomless 'eyes' , but there was something diffent about him. He was literally shaking with exciment. Almost as if he was ecstatic to even be near you , even if there was a window blocking his path.
You stared as he began to jiggle your window open. He slipped inside and practically tackled you onto your bed. He was shivering with excitment while he nuzzeled the side of your neck. He lifted his mask up to the top of his nose and burie
Weak Ch 1 - Eyeless Jack x ReaderA/N: Oh, hey guys! So I got around to making the first chapter, so this should be a bit longer. Enjoy!Weak Ch 1 - Eyeless Jack x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were a major fan of Eyeless Jack, no lie. But being a fan of something doesn't mean it's not scary as shit when you meet it.
Not being able to utter a single word, your /e/c/ orbs were entranced in his eyeless sockets. It seemed as if he was staring back, and he moved a bit closer.
On impulse, you squeaked and moved back a bit. For some reason, he tensed. Looking down at you curiously, he watched as you bit your knuckle and looked away.
"Interesting..." he muttered to himself. As you felt your chin lift, your eyes met once again with the black sockets.
"Out of all the responses you could've given, you gave a small squeak and moved back. Why not try to run? Why sit here next to me, knowing what's going to happen?"
The almost soothingly soft voice of his bombarded you with questions. Some you yourself didn't know how to answer.
"I-I... I figure there's no point, I mean... you <b>