This horror involves a OC that does NOT belong to me. Eyeless Jack is a creepypasta character, and all rights go to his rightful owner. The actual story, however, does belong to me, and I hope you enjoy it! Please tell me what you think in the comments of the picture posted along with this story (The avatar). You can find it in the tagged gallery, "Dolls and Photos for Stories." Thanks again! 

~SpideyGirl

 I come home from my day job and took the precation of locking the door. I strip of my stupid barista outfit, and rushing into the shower to wash off the never-ending smell of esspresso and whipped cream, singing various Green Day songs as I wash myself. When I finish, I hop out, wrap myself into a towel, and walk into the hall, where I'm greeted with the scent of vanilla airwick and top Ramen. It was already 8:00 by the time I got home, and since I had to cover my friend, Krissy's day shift in the morning, I decided to go to be early.

 I fumble around in my dark and messy bedroom, until finding some suitable sleep wear, an old campus tee and regular, unflirty, spiderman undies. As I lay myself down in bed, I reach in the dark for my prescription sleep pills, and some water to wash it down.

 Once the medication kicked in, I was out like a light. Now, everyone knows about those 'for-warned' side effects that come with almost everything in a prescription bottle. Goes to figure, that my sleep medication has a long list of vivid dreams, hallucinations, sleep walking, and in some cases, sleep paralysis. Even though I've had weird dreams while on this medication, they were usually very benign as far as being nightmares or not but... but this one was far different.

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 I wake up, stiff as a plank, eyes locked in the corner of my room, just above my door. My heart jumps as I hear the sound of metal scraping metal, a click, and then the eery squeak of something in my apartment. Heavy, dark footsteps follow soon after, menacingly slow. Believe me, if I could convince my dream self to get out of there, I would. But I was paralyzed on the spot, forced to see what was going to hapen.  ears narrow in on someone making their way through my small apartment, the floor boards creeking. An array of eery green and black colors dance on the ceiling as I lie there, frozen in my fake reality.

 The door knob slowly turns, a black figure with a blue mask making it's way into my room, with what looked like a scalpel and a jar weilded in each of his black claw-like hands. I try closing my eyes tight, but quickly discover I can't. It seemed like a cruel, cruel joke was being played on me, as if I was a mere puppet without it's master. I watch in forced obediance as the cloaked man kneels down by me. He hums a twisted sort of lullaby, stroking my hair ever so softly, as he lifts up my shirt to just below my b,reasts.

 I wanted to scream out. Hell, I wanted to wake up. "Someone, pinch me! pour ice water one me! ANYTHING," the frantic voice in my head begged, even though in my dream I stayed silent. I was in a trance, too stunned to move, as the figure fooled around with something in my side. I didn't, nor could, dare to look down to see what that 'something' was. I lay there, begging the merciless God to grant me one favor. Let. Me. Wake. Up... 

 I jerk awake in a cold sweat as my alarm greets me with it's discordful melody. My room was still pitch black, but the numbers on my clock read 6:00 am. Of course, that was JUST a bad dream. For the first time in what seemed like ages, I let out, and take a in deep b,reath, pinching myself to make sure it was reality. I cautiously climb out of bed and quickly get dressed in the dark. I pull on my apron which was where I left it, and hurry out of the door before locking it behind me. Then I freeze in my tracks, doing a double take.

 I had just walked out the door without even unlocking it first, and I know I locked it the night before. This would mean my door had somehow unlocked from the time I got home, to the time I got up, and it wasn't by me. Without hesitation, I lift up my shirt to uncover the skin on my stomach, and I almost faint on the spot. Right over the area of where my kidney would be located, was a small and bloody incision.