Days stuck behind the counter of a convenience store out in the middle of nowhere are slow at best, but the handsome serial killers that come from the surrounding forest to grab their last minute groceries almost make it all worth it. At least to a touch starved gay such as M/n.

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/

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?

THIS IS NOT MINE so this is written on deviantart and the author does not have a wattpad I AM NOT THE AUTHOR! but this book is to good not to share on wattpad. UPDATE: I asked the author for permission to post this it was on here for a while but the person who originally put it up did not keep it. this will be the only story on this account THIS WILL BE THE ONLY STORY ON THIS ACCOUNT thank you. enjoy. STORY BY: Lil_Magpie