File: Marchen Morder

File B: Jackson Tyler Hemmerson

(This is a rewrite of the Eyeless Jack Story from a user named La-Mishi-Mish. All credit for this story goes to her. Now, I am making some changes, like the scenes that don't go anywhere and adding more onto it. The facts I am adding on were found by my favorite creepypasta youtube Puppet Strings and some of my own ideas.  All credit goes to her for the facts. Again, all the credit goes to La-Mishi-Mish and Puppet Strings. Thank you so much, and I hope you all like this version than the past ones.)

Jackson Tyler Hemmerson, AKA Eyeless Jack 

January 31, 2009

The Second Incident

Jack Hemmerson's file is no longer with us. However these are all the eyewitness accounts I could get to form a case.

Jack's Mother wasn't nervous about him starting collage at the Universaty of Massachusetts for a doctrate degree as much as he thought she would. It surprised Jack. Given how his Mother never would leave his side all throughout his life.

She had remained in Seattle, Washington while he took a plane from there to Massachusets after winter break had finished up. 

The first day on campus, his favorite cardagan with cold coffie. 

That's when he met his dorm mate and close friend Buddy Manson.

Click, click, click, 

Jack continued pressing the button on the remote, idly watching the different channels pop up before changing again. Nothing really came on during the weekends, surprisingly. Nothing but paid programing and other TV shows he didn't enjoy. Jack rose up from his sofa, making his way to the desk resting against the wall next to his bed. He was already done with homework, finishing most of it in class that day. Unlike his roommate Buddy, Jack could get his shit done fast enough to have the rest of the day to himself to do whatever.

" Are you monaloging again?" Buddy asked, coming into the livingroom. " And do not say you weren't, I saw you doing it." 

Jack scoffed. " Your telapathic now?"

" It's all about reading body language my brother. Wanna play some L4D?"

" Nah man. I think I'll go for a walk." 

" Aight. But if you get the flu, I aight taking care of your sick ass." 

" Goes for you to, lazy fucker."

Jack slipped his black hoddie on and grabbed his dorm keys shoving them in his pocket after closing the door behind him. A nice walk around the campus should do the trick. Fresh air usually calmed him, if not helped him think. Lately he'd been feeling... different. He knew it wasn't his body, or college itself. He just felt different without any explanation. It gave him a headache he was thinking so hard. Jack rubbed his temples, pushing the door leading outside with his foot. A gust of wind swept across slamming the door behind him.

That Night

" Babe?!" Jack looked up to see his girlfriend Jenny. She most likely left class, considering she still had her book bag on her shoulder. Jack half smiled and rose a hand to greet her. 

"Hey love. Just now leaving class?" Jenny smiled and nodded her head, adjusting the strap. "It's pretty late, what made you stay so long?" 

"Oh... Just a study session. We have finals comeing up soon y'know. Best to stay on the ball." She giggled before tucking her hair behind her ear. "What are you doing out here anyway? It's gonna storm tonight."