This story is not my own, i was granted permission from the true author of this story, i will soon put his/her username in the bottom of this page, But please, this story is amazing, i really enjoyed it and i hope you do too. Enjoy this amazing Eyeless Jack x Reader!! Warning! I have not read the ENTIRE story yet, i still have a few chapters to go. So i am not for SURE isf there's Gore/smutty parts, so be warned! Deviantart: yanderexprince (the true writer of this story!)

ㅡ Never have I ever in my entire life thought I'd fall for a serial killer. guys i wrote this like five years ago dont read it its ass

Someone has recently been leaving notes in your room. Who is your stalker, and why are they stalking you? Is it safe to write back?

Nothing much can be said about her. She's a plain office worker who lives like a lonely teenager outside of work. Her life is pretty mundane, but she'd never admit it. Who would have thought it would take seeing a woman getting dissected to realize how boring her life was. Or maybe it was the killer that made her realize that.

As a psychology student, being casually stalked has thrown you for a bit of a loop.

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?