my creepypasta story

at the mansion again

Y/N's relief was short-lived. Just as they thought it was over, a sharp pain exploded at the back of their head. Everything went black as they crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

When Y/N slowly regained consciousness, they found themselves in a dimly lit room, hands bound tightly. The air was cold and damp, and the walls around them were made of old, crumbling stone. Panic surged through them as they realized they were back in the mansion.

Eyeless Jack stood in the corner, watching them with his hollow, dark eyes. "You put up quite a fight," he said in a voice that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. "But it's not over yet."

Y/N struggled against the restraints, but they were too tight. Their mind raced, trying to come up with a plan. They knew they had to stay calm and think clearly if they were going to escape again.

Jack moved closer, his presence overwhelming. "You can't run forever," he whispered, his breath cold against Y/N's skin. "This time, there's no escape."

Y/N's heart pounded as they looked around the room, searching for anything that could help them. They knew they had to be smart and resourceful if they were going to survive this nightmare once more. The fight wasn't over, and they were determined to find a way out, no matter what it took.
Y/N's mind raced as they scanned the room for anything that could be used as a weapon or a tool to escape. Their eyes landed on a loose stone in the wall, just within reach. They began to work at it, hoping to pry it free without drawing Jack's attention.

Jack seemed preoccupied, muttering to himself as he fiddled with something on a nearby table. Y/N took a deep breath and redoubled their efforts, finally managing to loosen the stone enough to pull it out. The edge was sharp, and they carefully began to saw at the ropes binding their wrists.

Time seemed to crawl as they worked, every second feeling like an eternity. Just as they felt the ropes begin to give way, Jack turned back to them, his eyeless gaze piercing through the darkness. "What are you doing?" he hissed, stepping closer.

With a final desperate tug, Y/N freed their hands and lunged at Jack, using the stone to fend him off. Jack stumbled back, caught off guard by the sudden attack. Y/N didn't waste a second, bolting for the door and racing down the dimly lit corridors of the mansion.

They could hear Jack's footsteps behind them, but adrenaline fueled their flight. They had to find a way out, to escape this nightmare once and for all. As they rounded a corner, they spotted a window at the end of the hallway, the moonlight streaming through it like a beacon of hope.

With a burst of speed, Y/N reached the window, smashing it open with the stone. They climbed through, cutting their hands on the broken glass but not caring. They tumbled to the ground outside, the cool night air filling their lungs.

Without looking back, Y/N ran into the darkness, determined to put as much distance between themselves and the mansion as possible. They knew they had to find help, to make sure Jack couldn't hurt anyone else. But for now, all that mattered was getting away and surviving the night.