There is a specific sound associated with the creepypasta character known as Eyeless Jack. It’s not the wet crunch of viscera, nor the dripping of a faucet in an abandoned hospital. It is the sound of a refrigerator door opening at 3:00 AM.

For the uninitiated, Eyeless Jack is a lanky, humanoid creature with a surgical mask fused to his face and, as the name suggests, two black, cavernous voids where his eyes should be. He wears a blue hoodie. He breaks into your house. And he eats one of your kidneys.

Jack taps into the horror of the missing thing. You don't see him eat your kidney. You just wake up, and it’s gone. No warning. No revenge. Just a scar, a strange hunger for raw meat you can't explain, and the faint sound of a blue-hooded figure closing your refrigerator door on his way out.

Jack is not a murderer. He is a parasite. He wants you alive so he can come back later for the left one. The most terrifying aspect of the Eyeless Jack phenomenon isn't the gore. It’s the aftermath .

He doesn't eat flesh for pleasure. He eats kidneys for survival.

You might want to sleep on your left side tonight. Just in case.

Does he use chopsticks? Does he microwave it? Does he pair it with a nice Chianti?