Drapetomania | Creepypasta

16.

??, ??, 2017

Emerging from the warm shower, I felt like a new person. Sally had thoughtfully prepared a fresh set of clothes for me, which I recognized for some odd reason. There was a faint sense of déjà vu, but it slipped from my mind as I eagerly dressed in the oversized jumper and the pair of fluffy trousers.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, the cozy ensemble provided a comforting contrast to the stark reality of my situation. Sally's eyes lit up with joy when she saw me dressed in the soft, warm clothing.

"Uwaaaaa, Y/n, you look so cozyyyy!" she giggled, her enthusiasm infectious. She hugged my torso softly, and I couldn't help but return the gesture, patting her head gently.

"Thank you for this, Sally," I spoke in a hushed tone, genuine appreciation filling my voice. Leaving the bathroom, I felt not only physically refreshed but also emotionally touched by Sally's kindness. It was a rare moment of warmth.

I surveyed the cabin's interior, taking in its quaint and simple appearance. It was clear that someone had been living here, despite Sally's explanation that it belonged to no one at the moment. Her cheerful demeanor stood in stark contrast to the unsettling truth she shared.

"Whose house is this, Sally?" I asked, my curiosity tinged with unease.

Sally hesitated for a moment, her finger tapping against her chin as she searched for an explanation. "Oh, it's not really anyone's house right now. It's, um... a place where people go when they've been really, really bad, and Mister Man doesn't want them in his home anymore," she replied with a smile that sent chills down my spine. It was disconcerting how a young girl like her had become accustomed to such a disturbing reality.

it was unsettling to think about the kind of place this was, where people deemed "really, really bad" were sent when they were no longer wanted by someone named "Mister Man." The young girl's cheerful demeanor contrasted sharply with the grim reality she described.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I continued to explore the cabin. It was a quaint and simple place, yet it held a dark secret within its walls. I couldn't help but wonder what had transpired here before I arrived and what role Sally played in this unsettling world.

We made our way back downstairs to the cellar, where Masky was waiting. He greeted us with a playful comment, extending his gloved hand for me to take. I descended the stairs carefully and took his hand as I reached the cellar floor.

"Take a seat," he instructed, and I followed his guidance. Masky gently cradled my foot in his hand, slowly and methodically bandaging it. Sally watched the process with wide-eyed fascination, clearly not accustomed to witnessing these kinds of interactions.

"Tim! Look at you!" Sally giggled, calling Masky by a name that surprised me. It seemed that she knew something I didn't.

"I told you not to call me that," he grumbled, his voice carrying a hint of annoyance, as he put down my first foot and began tending to the second.

"Tim?" I questioned, my head tilting to the side in honest shock at the revelation.

"Well, you didn't think his real name was Masky, did you?" Sally asked innocently, her eyes glistening with a hint of mischief as she looked up at me.