my creepypasta story

cat and mouse

Eyeless Jack watched as Y/N began to stir, his hollow eyes taking in every detail of their struggle. He had underestimated them once, but he wouldn't make that mistake again. He moved closer, his presence looming over them, feeling a mix of anger and curiosity.

As Y/N's hands worked at the ropes, Jack couldn't help but admire their determination. He had seen many people come and go, but few had the will to fight like this one. He turned away for a moment, pretending to be occupied, but he was fully aware of their every movement.

When Y/N finally freed themselves and lunged at him with the stone, Jack stumbled back, genuinely surprised by the ferocity of their attack. He quickly regained his composure and began to pursue them through the dark corridors of the mansion. The thrill of the hunt coursed through him, a twisted sense of excitement building with each step.

As Y/N smashed the window and escaped into the night, Jack paused at the shattered frame, watching them disappear into the darkness. He felt a strange mix of emotions—frustration at their escape, but also a grudging respect for their resilience.

Jack knew the game wasn't over. He had all the time in the world, and he relished the challenge that Y/N presented. With a final glance at the broken window, he turned back into the depths of the mansion, already planning his next move. The hunt would continue, and he was determined to see it through to the end.
Jack's senses sharpened as he pursued Y/N through the dense forest, the moonlight casting eerie shadows on the ground. He moved with a predatory grace, his footsteps almost silent. The thrill of the chase heightened his focus, every sound and movement guiding him closer to his prey.

Y/N was fast, but Jack was relentless. He could hear their labored breathing, the rustle of leaves as they tried to evade him. With a burst of speed, he closed the distance between them, his eyes locked on their figure darting through the trees.

In a swift, calculated motion, Jack lunged forward, tackling Y/N to the ground. They struggled beneath him, but he was stronger, his grip unyielding. He pinned them down, his face inches from theirs, his hollow eyes staring into their frightened ones.

"You're not getting away that easily," he hissed, his voice a low, menacing whisper. The thrill of the hunt still coursed through him, but now there was a new emotion—a strange, twisted satisfaction in having caught them.

Y/N's defiance hadn't gone unnoticed, and for a moment, Jack felt a flicker of something almost like admiration. But he quickly pushed it aside, focusing instead on the task at hand. He needed to ensure they couldn't escape again, and this time, he wouldn't let his guard down.

As he tightened his grip, Jack couldn't help but wonder what it was about Y/N that made them different from the others. He had to find out, and he would, no matter what it took.