Eyeless Jack had been silently, patiently observing you for countless nights, ever since one evening when he first saw you wandering the streets at night. His fixation on you grew, warping into an unhealthy obsession that consumed his every thought. As more time passed he noticed the affection and praise you showered your cat with whenever she presented you with a dead mouse or caught an annoying bug in your room.

Each time you petted her, murmuring words of sheepish approval, a twisted desire stirred within him. He longed for your attention, he would kill to get a sliver of it. The need gnawed at him, driving him to desperate measures. He had to make you see him, acknowledge him, appreciate him.

That’s why, one night, you woke from your slumber to a chilling discovery. on the floor beside your bed was a dead, bloodied raccoon. Jack thought it was the sweetest gift for you, especially after noticing the praise your cat gained the same way. He himself patiently sat down on the floor, he kept his gaze on you as if waiting for your sweet sweet praise he's been craving for so long.