Dear jane

Dear Jane is a scary story about a stalker who becomes obsessed with a young woman. It is based on a creepypasta story called 'Dear Abby' by Kman. Dear Jane, We've never really met before, but I feel like I should tell you something about myself. You probably wouldn't recognize me if you saw me. I'm not very memorable. When I first saw you, I couldn't believe something so beautiful could exist in this world. I don't know exactly what it was about you that caught my eye, but as soon as I saw your face, I got an odd feeling in my chest. It was a strange mixture of excitement and terror. I guess you would call it love. As you brushed past me in the street that day, I stared at you and memorized everything about your appearance. Your skin was perfect. You were absolutely beautiful. I had to follow you. Even your name was beautiful. Jane, I overheard someone call you as you walked into your office building. Jane. It seemed to fit you so perfectly. It's the kind of name that rolls off the tip of my tongue as I repeat it over and over to myself. You probably don't even remember me, but I wanted to tell you that I love you, Jane. I don't know what exactly it was I experienced that day. It felt as if there was something between us. Some connection. Something electric. I can't stop thinking about it. If you feel the same way, please write back and let me know. Dear Jane, It's been a week since I wrote to you and I still haven't gotten a response. You should check your mailbox more often. How have you been? My life is the same as it has always been. I get up, I go to work, I come home, I go to sleep and I dream of you. I waited outside your office today and I followed you home. I hope you don't mind, but it was the only way I could find out where you live. You glanced back over your shoulder as you opened your front door and our eyes met, if only for a second or two. In that short space of time, I felt so close to you. It was as if I had known you for years. I was too shy to approach you so I pretended I was just another passerby, walking down your street. Later on, I came back and took a picture of you through the window. I couldn't help myself. The camera doesn't do you justice, but it's the best I can do for now. As I gaze at your image, I realize how truly perfect you are. Every feature of your body, your hair, your face, your legs is just exquisite. Jane, I love you. I love everything about you. I think about you constantly. Do you feel the same way about me, Jane? I just want us to be together forever. Please write back soon. Dear Jane, Still no reply. Why don't you want to talk to me? Don't you understand that you and I are meant for each other? Perhaps you didn't receive my last two letters. Maybe you're just teasing me and playing with my emotions. For the past five days, you've been leaving your curtains open so I can watch you at night. I have spent hours in your garden, just gazing at your beautiful face, hoping that you don't go to bed. It is so discouraging to see you switch off the lights and go upstairs. I have to slink home and wallow in my misery and loneliness. Watching you on the videos I made doesn't compare to seeing you in real life. It's surprising how much information you can find about somebody nowadays with just a first name and an address. Searching online, I discovered you are 20 years old and you are single. Now I know where you went to school, where your parents live and what you do for a living. But, it still isn't enough. Jane, I want to be with you forever. I want to be next to you when you wake up in the morning. I cannot wait until the next time I see you. Dear Jane, I have some really exciting news to share with you. I'm moving in with you! Aren't you excited, Jane? We will be able to spend hours and hours together. It's going to be just perfect. Let me explain. While you were at work, I dropped by your house. Opening the sliding door at the back was actually easier than I had expected. It was so great to finally see everything from the inside. As I sat in your bedroom, smelling your clothes, yo