creepypasta origin

Eyeless Jack

I found this blog thing and whoever wrote that blog saved my life it was (for some reason) one of the hardest story's to find
-Ash

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Jack continues pressing the button on the remote, idly watching the different channels pop up before changing again. Surprisingly, nothing really came on during the weekends. Nothing but 'Paid Programming' 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, having finished most 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 wanted.

He wasn't felling up to playing any video games. Didn't really want to drive out anywhere either. Swiping his black hoodie 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 felty...different. He knew it wasn't his body, or college itself. He didn't have any girlfriends to worry about. He just felt different without any explanation. It gave him a headache, he was thinking so hard. Jack rubbed his temples, pushing the door leading outside with his foot. A gust of wind swept across, slamming the door behind him.

It was around 6pm, the sky was a mix of orange and blue. As time went by the sky grew darker and darker. Curfew, surprisingly, was 12 o'clock midnight. He never really questioned it vocally, but always wondered why it was so late. Usually curfew was 8pm where he lived.

"Hi Jack!" The make looked up to see one of the girls in his class. She had most likely just left class, considering she still had her book bag on her shoulder. Jack half smiled and rose a hand to greet her. It was-oh, what was her name? Jenny! Jenny Smith.

"Hey Jenny. Just now leaving class?" Jenny smiled and nodded her head, adjusting the strap of her bag. "It's pretty late, what made you stay so long?" The girl's smile lost it's brightness for a split second before reviving.

"Oh...Just as study session. We have finals coming up soon you know. Best to stay on the ball." She giggled before tucking her hair behind her ear. "What are you doing out here anyway? It's going to storm tonight." Jack shrugged his shoulder before eyeing the sky, smelling the air for moisture. Yep. It would rain any second.

"Just came out for some fresh air is all Got done with homework in class and stuff. Didn't feel like playing any video games or watching TV. So I came out here." Jenny nodded her head every so often, showing him she was paying attention, and smiled again.

"Hehe, well you got your air. I gotta go though, I'll see you later!" Before Jack could reply with a goodbye, the girl quickly dashed off past him, following the sidewalk up around the side of the dorms. Jack rose a brow in curiosity, his mind zipping with questions. Only to have it cut off by a drop of rain—then another, and another.

"Shit." He muttered, running back to the door to get inside, not wanting to get too soaked with rain. Another slam of the door rose up behind him. Jack started shaking his fingers through his hair, sending drops of water everywhere while wiping off the rain from his face and jacket. As he made his way back up to his dorm room, Jack began fishing through his pockets for his keys, whistling an random tune while traveled up the two flights of stairs. Listening to his tune echo in all directions. It was kind of creepy, now that he though about it... where WAS everyone? It was too quiet for a Friday evening. There were usually people up and about...maybe lots of students stayed behind for tutoring. Maybe some went home for a weekend. Maybe people were already in bed, or in their dorms. Being very...very quiet.