my creepypasta story

the arrival

From a hidden vantage point outside the house, Eyeless Jack watched Y/N's every move. His hollow, dark eyes followed their meticulous efforts to set up traps, a sinister grin spreading across his face. He admired their resourcefulness, but he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Y/N was unaware of his presence, but Eyeless Jack had been observing them for days, learning their routines and vulnerabilities. He watched as they rigged the tripwire in the living room, set up the hidden camera, and placed the broken glass on the windowsills. Each trap was noted with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

As Y/N moved to the basement, Eyeless Jack shifted his position to maintain his view. He saw the bucket of marbles being prepared and the fishing lines being strung across the stairs. He silently chuckled at their ingenuity, knowing that fear was driving their actions.

When Y/N finally finished and settled in for the night, Eyeless Jack remained in the shadows, biding his time. He knew that patience was key. The traps might slow him down, but they wouldn't stop him. He relished the game, the thrill of the hunt, and the challenge that Y/N presented.

As the night deepened, Eyeless Jack continued his silent vigil, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The house was a fortress now, but he was confident that he could breach it. The dance between predator and prey had only just begun, and he was determined to come out on top.
Eyeless Jack remained hidden, his breath barely audible as he watched Y/N from the shadows. The night was his ally, cloaking him in darkness and silence. He knew the layout of the house by heart now, every creak of the floorboards, every weak spot in the walls.

As Y/N finally settled into a restless sleep, Eyeless Jack moved closer. His movements were calculated, each step taken with precision to avoid triggering the traps. He admired the effort Y/N had put into their defenses, but he knew they were no match for his experience and cunning.

He slipped through a small window in the basement, carefully avoiding the bucket of marbles. His eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light, and he navigated the fishing lines with ease. The basement was filled with the scent of fear and desperation, fueling his determination.

Eyeless Jack paused at the foot of the stairs, listening for any sign that Y/N was awake. Hearing nothing but the sound of their rhythmic breathing, he continued his ascent. The house was silent, the only noise the soft rustle of his clothing as he moved.

Reaching the main floor, Eyeless Jack took a moment to survey his surroundings. The living room was a minefield of traps, but he navigated them with the skill of a seasoned predator. He could sense Y/N's presence, their fear palpable in the air.

He crept closer to their bedroom, his heart pounding with anticipation. The thrill of the hunt was intoxicating, and he relished every moment. As he reached the door, he paused, savoring the final seconds before the inevitable confrontation.

Eyeless Jack knew that this was just the beginning. The game was far from over, and he was determined to see it through to the end. With a silent, predatory grin, he pushed the door open and stepped into the room, ready to face his prey.