Literature
Eyeless Jack X Reader | Cold Times and Crazy Ideas
As you laid down in bed, you pulled the covers up to your chin. Even in Autumn, it was chilly out, but the man at the window never seemed to notice. At least you thought it was a man. He had the frame of one at least. You'd grown accustomed to seeing him after a few months of his stalking. At school, at restaurants, and most often, your own house. Though you pulled the shades the first few times you saw him, now it was just a normal thing. Your window was just a crack open as it always was and was, and that was probably the cause of the coldness. He was... something at the least. He didn't seem like a threat, and you didn't think so. He o
