I didn't write this but I have been given permission to post this all credit goes to Valentinesdaygreen and a link below to the original story origin http://valentinesdaygreen.deviantart.com/

You manage to escape a facility where you had been experimented on. But will you be forever free? Will things go as smoothly as you hoped?

"Cmon. Don't say you've never done this before." "No Jack, I've never wanted to kill my self by rolling off a hill." ........ As I came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, leaves covered my vision. Jack was the one to take them off. At that moment I seemed to forget everything he was. Like I was being blinded by the October leaves. I am not the artist. I found it on Google. All credit to the artist if you know who it is. Bc God knows I'm bad at drawing.

The sequel to Blinded by October Leaves. I felt empowered. I couldn't help the thoughts that he had begun to put into my mind. It was changing me. He was changing me... "Come on (Y/n)! You're better than this!" "You're not important to me anymore. I'm sorry, Jack." ... The sky began to fade, darkness taking its place. As if the tip of my blade synchronized with the sky, it followed through and came down with the setting sun...

An Eyeless Jack x Reader. Read it and find out what it's about. Hey that rhymed. Kinda shitty, you've been warned. •COMPLETED: JUNE 21ST, 2019•

SOOOO you just gotta read to find out lololollllll Ye Imma annoy ya with that But come on, you fall in love with a killer that has to be some strange love yo (All credits to artist of cover)

(1st place winner of the Eyeless Jack category of the Fall 2016 Creepypasta Awards somehow, I don't feel like it's worthy of 1st but it's appreciated) It's getting close to the Christmas season. Snow glitters in the golden winter sunset. You only want 2 things this year. An escape from your abusive father, and the kinda quiet but really smart classmate of yours named Jack Miller. But tragedy will destroy the Christmas spirit. What will happen to you? What's going on with Jack? And can you save Christmas? Or perish with a heart as cold as a blizzard? Only time will tell...

She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?