The Face

It’s the middle of the night, 3:26 a.m. to be completely exact. I’ve been awake for hours now, and I don’t know what to do.

You might be a little confused, I do get a bit ahead of myself sometimes. I’ll back-track a bit.

About three hours ago I woke up to a banging noise on my bedroom window. It was only a slight, quiet noise, but it was loud enough to wake me up in the late night silence.

So, I was curious and I sat up to see what the noise was, figuring maybe it was an animal or a tree branch or something.

Neither of those things were what I saw.

There was a face staring into the window. The face was pale and hairless, and a set of huge, dark eyes were the dominant and sole noticeable feature in the thing’s face; it had absolutely no mouth or nose that I could see.

So I just laid back down, pretending that I hadn’t seen it, because that was really the only thing I could think to do, and closed my eyes.

But it’s been about three hours now and it’s come into my bedroom. I can feel its breath on my neck, but I’m trying to pretend that it’s not there, that’s it’s just the warm breeze coming in from the window. But it’s not. I know it’s not, but a guy can hope, right?

I just hope that when it finally does what it came for that it makes it quick—just gets it over with.

Oh god, I…I can feel its fingers on my spine now, and, god, its nails long and razor sharp, sending spikes of pain down my spine and a warm flush of blood down my back as it slices open my skin.

Please let this be quick.

This article written by nightmare.fuel

  • Misterlemon

    Short but terrifying

    • SkylerHatesYou

      I hate you too

  • SkylerHatesYou

    I hate you. This f*****g sucked…. Nobody loves you…. KYS!!!

    • SkylerHatesYou