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Reports of Jack from documents, journals, and other artifacts

 

 


 Ancient Terror

 

 

The following account was from an ancient Greek transcript that was found near the mummified remains of a Roman soldier that was discovered in the foothills of Italy. (Translated from the original Greek language manuscript)

My squadron was ordered to pacify a group of rioters that were attacking citizens in the marketplace in Rome. When we were on our way I had briefly stopped for only a second when I realized that I had been abandoned by my comrades. Looking around to see if there was anyone that I could ask to see what direction that they had gone, I saw a single person covered in black cloth standing near a house his back was turned towards me.

I called out to the man who stayed as he was. I asked him if he saw which direction my squadron had gone. The man never said a word and only nodded his head to signify that he had. I asked him which direction that they had went, again he never said a word and still with his back towards me, he pointed me to the direction that they had went. I thanked him for his help and left. My back was almost turned and out of the corner of my eyes I saw that the man had turned to watch me leave. What I saw was something that I will never forget: the man’s face was pale and no other features existed on its face with the exception of two large black eyes that would make even the mighty Jupiter cower in fear. I ran as fast as I could before I finally met up with my squadron. I never told them what had happened for fear that I would be discharged form my squadron, as if getting lost wasn’t enough.

 

 


Diary of a Dead Man

 


An excerpt from the journal of Samuel Ward:

March 20th, 2003

I am terrified. I don’t even know if what I saw was real or if I hallucinated the whole thing, but deep down I know that what I saw was real. As real as you and I, but it was not human, even though it pretends to be. Where does one begin to recount the horrors that they would rather want to forget. No matter how hard I try, I can still see it standing before me. This day I will never forget for as long as I live. Every morning before the sun rises I always go jogging, and I always take the same path past the old abandoned hotel. It is amazing that no one has thought of demolishing the old building, but in the 10 years that I have been here I had gotten use to it. Today while I was jogging past it, I heard a noise that sounded like a crash that came from inside the old hotel. Since kids have been known to play inside it I thought that somehow one of them had fallen through a rotten board in the building. I rushed into there as fast as I could to see if they were hurt. Though now I wish that I had just run away from that building as far away from it as possible, now knowing what was in there. As I entered the building I saw a beam of light that seeped through the cracks in roof, the light illuminated a figure whose back was turned towards me was hunched down on the floor. The figure had evidently heard me made no motion to get up. I called out to the figure asking if he was hurt. The figure turned its head towards me and slowly rose to its feet. I walked closer to it but it still made no move to turn around, as I got closer I was able to see it more clearly and what I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. The thing that stood before me was not a man, nor was it any animal that I have ever seen. The creature stood on two feet which were the twisted imitation of a man, everything about it was a twisted and demonic version of man. It was clothed in tattered black pants and other items of clothing lay at its feet. The creature had wide shoulders that had several small boney growths jutting from them. Its arms were long and muscled with human-like hands with long bony fingers that ended in long black razor sharp talons. Its pale skin was covered in words of different languages which were carved into its flesh, and only these few words stood out to me: Fear, Nobody, and Forever. Then the creature turned to face me. I trembled uncontrollably as I saw its face, its long black hair nearly hide its face. The face was nearly devoid of all features, the nose, ears, and mouth did not even exist. But its eyes, eyes that were not human, the eyes that were devoid of all emotion and soul were like large black ovals which you could never tell when they were looking at you. All of a sudden the creature disappeared, a swirling cloud of mist existed where he once stood. Then he was right in front of me, its face only inches from mine. It made the motions as if it were trying to get my sent even though it had no nose to smell me, nor ears to hear me. Then it stretched its long arm out towards me and placed its long boney fingers on my face, I cried out at the touch as they were as cold as ice. Somehow it heard this and momentarily drew back, almost in surprise. Then with speed so fast that I barely had time to blink, it grabbed me by the throat and lifted me off the ground. It cocked its head from side to side as if studying me. Then for some reason it put me down, gently but with enough force to knock me off balance. I closed my eyes expecting it to kill me but to my amazement nothing happened. When I opened my eyes it was gone, the clothes which it had left were gone as well, it must have taken them with it. Afraid to even move for fear that it might come back I lay there for a better part of an hour. When I had realized that it was not coming back I ran out of there as fast as I could, not stopping even to catch a breath. When I got home I collapsed on my bed, exhausted, terrified, and wondering if it was even real or just a figment of my imagination. Trying to make sense of it all I opened my computer and scoured the internet for anything to what I had seen. All I could find was a single description of a creature that had haunted a man in New York; its description was startlingly similar to what I had seen. Its name I will never forget. It was called Jack.

 The Encounter

This is recorded in the diary of an unknown individual in the US who later committed suicide:

April, 7, 1844

Today I saw the devil! Though I have not told anyone for fear of ridicule and the fact that he might come for me if I did tell, but I cannot get his image out of my head.  It all started around dusk, I had just finished my work at the mill which was on the outskirts of town. I was the last person to leave the mill, the other workers had already left for home or left for the bar. I had to stay late because I was on clean up duty. Anyways I had lock up the mill and was heading for town; the only way to get there was through a road that went through a hill filled with jagged rocks. Many a time there had been wagons that had broken their wheels going on that road. I was walking on the road when I saw someone in front of me. I called out to the figure, which turned sharply towards me as it heard me. Suddenly it was gone for a second and then it was right in front of me. I could see it clearly now, what I had first thought was a man wasn’t one at all. Its form was a twisted mockery of man. It was covered in dark tattered clothes and wore a large tattered black cape. Its face…Oh God… Its face was that of the devil. It had long black hair that fell down over its eyes, those eyes. The eyes of the devil were large black orbs that showed no hint of a soul if it even had one, other than that its face was empty, no mouth, no nose, and no ears. It towered above me, it bended down towards me so that its face was only a few inches from mine. I don’t know why but I found myself pleading to it to spare me, it cocked its head. It heard me, though how I do not know since it lacks any ears to hear. It lifted its hand, if one could call it that. A hand with long bony fingers with long black claws, it grabbed my face, its skin was cold as ice. The feeling made me let out an involuntary yell. It lifted me up with its hand, and drew me closer to its face. Suddenly the place where its mouth should have been started to stir, the skin seemed to rip apart, revealing a mouth full of thin razor sharp teeth. It opened its mouth and uttered a scream that sounded like fingernails scratching across a chalkboard; my body went numb at the sound. I closed my eyes as I knew that I was going to die, suddenly a noise in the distance drew its attention making it turn its head sharply. It was a group of men. I then realized that I was closer to town than I had previously guessed. A group of townspeople had heard my cries and had come to investigate. The creature let out a groan of frustration and dropped me; I hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of me. Blacking out the last thing that I saw was the creature seemingly walking through a large boulder.


February 15, 1845

I am finally writing again after so long a time. After I had regained consciousness from my encounter with the nightmare creature, I was in a state of constant fear and shock. Through the months that I have not written in this diary I was plagued with images of the creature and nightmares that rarely at all let me sleep. I have been living in constant fear that it might return for me. One of these days it will come for me. I can feel it. There is only one escape, God forgive me that I have thought of this, I know the consequences of this but I have no other option. I cannot hide the rest of my life… I cannot bring myself to face it again…. To whoever is reading this, you alone know my fate. Goodbye. 

 


 

Legend of Jack

 


The following story is on a video camera that was found near the abandoned hotel that Samuel Ward encountered Jack. The names of these individuals are mentioned as such: Michael, Wes, and Adam. When the video was found it was later reported stolen and no other copies of the film exist. This is a text version of the missing video.


 It is night and the crew’s cameraman is walking with the group on a gravel road. “Wait up you guys!” shouts the cameraman as he tries to catch up with the group. “Hurry up Wes, we don’t have all night.” Michael shouts back. “Alright then you come back here and carry this cumbersome equipment, and then I’ll tell you to hurry up! Besides it was your idea to try and create our own paranormal video, not mine.” Wes retorted. “Will you guys give it up already? We don’t have time for this. And just to point out Wes, you decided to tag along with us. It is not every day that you are able to borrow the equipment that we are going to be using plus the fact that this town has its own haunting. Turn that camera off Wes, save it until we get to the abandoned hotel.” Adam shouted to Wes and Michael. The camera turns back on, the group is now ready, it is 12 PM and they begin their sweep of the area. Switching to night vision the group first starts on the bottom floor. Armed with an audio recorder, a device that allows spirits to communicate with them by manipulating its energy into words, an extra video camera in case they decided to split up, and a temperature measure to analyze the changes of temperature in the area. They first enter a room where to their amazement some remnants of furniture are still there, “Is there anybody here? I want you to show us that you’re here by coming and manipulate this device so that you can speak to us.” Adam announced in a loud tone. Silence greeted them as they waited for a response. After a half an hour of waiting for a reply Wes was the one that broke the silence, “Maybe we should split up? That way we can cover more ground that way.” Wes suggested. “Great idea, I’ll take this camera and cover the rest of the bottom row and the rest of you can cover the top floor. Be careful though, this place is old and run down and the floorboards are not as strong as they might appear.” replied Adam.

These were Adam’s last words, his body was never found and the camera that he had with him was found shattered on the ground in one of the 13 rooms in the hotel. Whatever happened to Adam one can only speculate as to his fate, more than likely he was another victim of the creature known as Jack. Wes and Michael were in one of the more stable rooms on the upper floor, they had been announcing themselves for nearly an hour when they heard a noise downstairs, the noise sounded like a sudden gust of wind. “If that’s you then I want you to try and talk to us through this recorder. Silence created an eerie atmosphere as they waited for a reply though they didn’t have to wait long: static emitted from the device and words slowly came from the recorder,

…Leave…Me…Alone…

Excited by the sudden surge of activity Michael was the first to reply, “Tell us your name,” he said. Again static erupted from the device

…Jack…

“Why do you want us to leave you alone,” Michael asked. The device blurted out another word,

….Warning…

Disturbed by this sudden hostility of the entity words, “Are you giving us a warning to get out?” Wes replied. The device spelled out two more words,

…No...Notify…

Perplexed by the entity’s choice of words Wes replied, “What do you mean by Notify?” The response was almost immediate

…Head… Start…

Following this a thunderous crash made the crew jump from their spot. “Adam, are you okay?” Michael yelled. There was no reply, only silence. An overwhelming sense of dread crept on them. Where was Adam? Is he hurt? With these thoughts in mind Wes and Michael rushed down to the bottom floor, frantically searching the rooms “Adam!” They shouted as they went from room to room, the only reply to them was silence. If they had listened more carefully they would notice that the crickets which were chirping outside when they arrived were silent, every creature that walked the night was silent. Knowing what was about to happen. “Michael come here!” Wes shouted. Michael rushed into the room. There on the floor was Adam’s video camera shattered; its pieces littered the floor. Wes was staring at the wall when Michael came into the room. Following Wes’ gaze what he saw made his heart stop. On the wall was blood, Adam’s blood running down the wall onto the floor. Static suddenly erupted from the recorder making them jump in surprise. The device blurted one word, a word that made them turn from fear to terror

…Run…

Just then there was a loud whooshing sound and tall figure clothed in a long tattered black cloak stood before them. The figure slowly lifted its head and what they saw sent them into a frantic run. The face was neither that of the living nor the dead. It was something beyond human comprehension for the creature had neither nose to smell nor ears to hear and no mouth to taste. All that it had on its pale face was two large black soulless eyes. Its long stringy black hair almost completely hid its eyes. Suddenly as the creature appeared the two were running, screaming in terror as the thing slowly walked after them, as they turned around the corner something large fell to the ground in front of them splashing something warm and wet onto them. For a brief moment the two stood there confused at the thing that lay in front of them, then as they took a step closer it they could finally see what it was which sent them into a wild panic as the fled in terror at what they saw. The thing that lay sprawled on the ground was the mutilated body of Adam. Adam’s body was completely eviscerated; large chunks of flesh were missing from what appeared to be claw marks which completely covered the rest of his body so much that it could no longer be called a man. Another whooshing sound was heard and the creature was right beside them. With lightning speed the creature grabbed Michael and disappeared with him before Michael could cry out. Wes tripped on a loose board and fell the camera came down with him, Wes quickly scrambled to his feet and left the camera laying were it fell. Off camera another whooshing sound is heard and Wes screams in terror before being suddenly silenced. For an hour there is only silence and then the crickets begin to sing again, only this time it is the song of the end of the hunt.


Wes’ and Michael’s bodies were found by a group of hikers near a creek bed exactly five miles from the abandoned hotel. Their bodies were completely mutilated and were almost unidentifiable. Adam’s body is still missing and the local authorities consider this a closed case.

 

Ravings of a Madman

 One of many drawings that covered the walls of the man's cell


The following note was found in the cell of a man whose name shall not be mentioned.

People think I’m crazy for saying these things, even though they are true. I CANNOT GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD!!! The thing which shall forever haunt me, it is not human even though it pretends to be, it’s not a spirit, not a demon, its more horrible and terrifying than that . What I saw in that alleyway that fateful night I would soon want to forget, it standing in the alleyway staring at me!  ITS EYES!! He will come for me soon, I can feel it. It is not used to being denied its prey. There is only one escape from the terrifying fate that awaits me, but alas it is impossible. There is nothing to free me, no kindness in these unforgiving walls, only madness. Perhaps I am mad, perhaps I did hallucinate it. But I know deep down that it is not true. I had seen it, I can feel it coming for me even as I write this.

IT’S HERE….


The man had been sent to an insane asylum for screaming about a creature with black eyes. It is unknown where the man’s whereabouts are since he supposedly escaped from his cell. Before this happened however the security camera inside his cell went black, but the audio recording device was still on: IT’S HERE!!!! HELP ME!!!! SAVE ME FROM ITS EYES…….. After that there was only silence.

 

 









 

 


Untitled Poem

The following is an unnamed poem by an unidentified author which was found tucked within the spaces of the attic of an old house in California:

 

He is coming, the one who walks the earth till doomsday. He is forever.

There was one and there has always been one.

He is nor man, nor beast, nor specter, or anything the mind is able to comprehend.

 His form is the twisted mockery of man one of which he pretends but can never become.

Darkness is his home.

Man is his prey, fear is his nourishment, and blood is his water.

He has many names, ones that are said in hushed tones.

His name is Jack.

Never say his name, for if you do he will come for you.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no refuge will save you.

He will find you!

 

The Nightmare

 

Samuel Richardson was having a nightmare, as he tossed and turned in his sleep. A horrifying nightmare stirred as he slept. In his nightmare he stood before a large crowd of people, men and women old and young, rich and poor bustled in the street. No one could see him and they passed through him as if he were a ghost. Soon the crowd faded away and Samuel could see a tall figure cloaked in black with long black stringy hair whose face Samuel could not see. As Samuel saw the figure he was nearly overcome with a sense of dread, then a voice echoed in his head, “I have chosen you. Your time has come.” The voice said.

             “Who are you? My time has come for what?” Samuel called out to the figure whose voice was the one that he had heard.

“You will know,” the figure’s reply echoed in Samuel’s head as the figure turned and walked away.

Samuel was about to go after him when the whole place shifted and he found himself standing in dimly lit room. The figure was gone now and as Samuels eyes adjusted to the light he could see a man whose eyes were wild sitting in the corner of the room. The man’s appearance was disheveled and unkempt, the bristles of his beard glistened in the light. Unable to see Samuel who stood only five feet from him the man muttered incessantly to himself, “He’s coming. Nowhere to run… Nowhere to hide… No refuge to save me…. Jack is coming. The thing with the dead eyes,” the man whispered. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife, the blade shimmered in the light. He held it close to his eyes, staring at his reflection on the blade. “Death is coming. Jack is close, there is only one escape that leads to damnation. It’s no use.” The man muttered to himself as the twisted the blade in his hand.

            A sudden whooshing sound made the man stand up his eyes widened in terror. Samuel Richardson was overcome with a sense of dread, for the cloaked figure from before stood in front of the wild eyed man, his face still hidden. The wild eyed man was shaking uncontrollably now his eyes wide in terror, “Please!” he moaned, “Don’t kill me Jack! Have merc─” The man’s words were cut off as Jack grabbed at his throat with lightning speed. Samuel watched, paralyzed in horror as Jack lifted the man off the ground by his throat. Samuel tried to scream as the man squirmed in Jack’s grasp but he found that he was unable to. Jack help the man in the air as the man desperately gasped for air, Jack cocked from side to side observing the man’s weakening struggle. Samuel watched in horror as Jack’s long skeletal fingers wrapped in strips of cloth tightened around the man’s throat,

SNAP!

            The man’s body immediately went limp in Jack’s grip as his neck snapped. Tilting his head from side to side as if observing the man’s limp form, Jack gave a nod of acknowledgement towards Samuel then the room and Jack faded away and Samuel found himself in darkness.

            The stench was unbearable. It was the unmistakable smell of rotting flesh, Samuel’s eyes watered from it he heaved violently. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he could see that he was in a vast cavern deep underground, the dripping of water echoed throughout the cavern as it splashed into a puddle nearby. Wiping his mouth which stung from vomit Samuel tore part of his shirt making a makeshift mask out of it to make the stench more bearable, he cautiously walked towards a small beam of light that illuminated the ground in front of him.

            Whoosh!

            The sound echoed in the cavern and Jack suddenly stood thirty yards ahead of him, in his hands Jack carried the body of the wild eyed man from before. Jack stood there for a moment his face still hidden, then Jack suddenly tossed the man’s body down what appeared to be a large pit, the hairs on Samuel’s neck stood on end as he heard the body land with a sickening thud. Then Jack was gone, disappeared into the shadows. Samuel fought the curiosity that ate at him, reasoning that Jack was still here hiding in the shadows. But as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat, and after a few minutes of hesitation Samuel cautiously walked forward. Being careful as to not trip and fall into some hidden crevice he moved forward, when he reached the mouth of the pit the stench there was unbearable even while breathing through his shirt. Tears ran down Samuel’s face as he squinted to see the obvious, then suddenly a light illuminated the pit and what Samuel saw made him scream in terror.

Piled by the hundreds in the pit were the bodies of countless people, some whose faces were horrifically contorted from decomposition while others were just a pile of bones. What Samuel had mistaken for water was actually blood dripping from several bodies that were impaled upon stalactites on the roof of the cavern. The body of the wild eyed man lay sprawled on the top of the pile, blood oozed from his gutted form. Samuel screamed in terror as his eyes took in every horrific detail, every new horror brought fresh screams from his mouth. Then he felt it, the familiar feeling of dread crept on him, he knew that Jack was behind him as he turned to run. He was not prepared for what he saw, for the first time within his nightmare Samuel could see his face and what he saw sent him further into terror.

            There are countless horrors that are spoken in hushed tones throughout the world, tales of demons, monsters, and specters that are meant to frighten all of those who hear it. Jack’s name is one of those names that are spoken in whispers. He is neither a spirit, nor a demon, nor anything that man can possibly comprehend. The face that Samuel saw was far worse, for the only feature that existed on Jack’s pale face were two large black unblinking insect-like eyes. Jack cocked his head to the side as if observing his terror, lifting up its arm Jack’s long skeletal fingers brushed against Samuel’s face. He cried out in terror for the very touch was ice cold, no warmth came from it. Drawing its hand back, Jack lunged towards him.

            Samuel woke up screaming, his sheets soaked with sweat shaking feverishly he sat up. It was all just a horrible nightmare, one that he finally woke up from. Relaxing somewhat, he ran his fingers through his hair, he breathed a sigh of relief.  Samuel stepped out of the bed and turned on the light near his nightstand, the light illuminated the tall cloaked form of Jack, and in the small corners of his mind Samuel Richardson finally understood Jack’s cryptic comment. It was his time to die. He understood this even as Jack lunged towards him.