-just black sockets- [ eyeless jack x reader ]

Pt. 1

Sept. 1st 2019
Around a month or two before today I was witness to quite a strange affair. It was haunting and repressed and only now brought back up because I believe it ties in with my current situation.
Late July early August, I had a normal day, normal week, normal month, until one day seemed off. I went about my day feeling eyes at the back of my head at all times, I just played it off as being paranoid or just being more anxious than usual. I really believed it until that night. My eyes were just ready to give out after stayed up late yet again, and soon after I dozed off I heard a creek in the wood floor.
An abnormal creak, a slow drawn out creak that chilled my bones. I just thought it was the cat, I easily forgot about it and was fast asleep. I was only asleep for around 30 minutes, I heard my desk chair be moved and set down next to my bed. I thought it was my dad, because I kept hearing that happen a couple nights a week and just assumed it was him making sure I was safe, with the constant cruel and unusual serial murders in my area.
Yet again I played it off, and let my brain tune it out and fell asleep again. This time I was only asleep for 10 minutes, I felt a cold metal prodding at my abdomen. I couldn't ignore it this time, I opened my eyes and there it was, blue mask, dark bottomless eye sockets. It just looked over me, hand and scalpel on my side. I layer breathless for second before I kicked them in the stomach and pushed them off my bed.
They groaned in pain, holding their stomach in agony while dropping the scalpel. I jumped to my feet and grabbed it, as they reached for me, without hesitation I stabbed nearly through their hand. They screamed and with the scalpel still stuck in their hand, a voiced yelled out for them from outside, we both turned to the window. They gave me one last gutting glare and then hopped out the window.
I ran to the window and saw what seemed to be three others with them, running back into the woods beyond my house. I didn't know what to do, couldn't call the police, they always treated calls similar to this like a joke. My dads out of town so that won't do me any good. That night I grabbed my cat and slept in the closet, I still struggle to sleep because of it. Those eyes, or eye holes makes your bones tremble.

Now we're here today, where this puzzle of what happened that day might be solved.