The Faceless Loli 2

I know sorry, it’s been a while since I have written but I have been busy tracking that thing. The last thing that I had written, I told you about the creature known as the Faceless Loli. Well, I have been searching high and low trying to find her. But each time I come close to that little b***h, she seems to be one step ahead of me. She’s definitely a smart creature. After going so far to catch up on her whereabouts, she disappears without a trace.

Weeks turned into months and months turned into years. I thought all hope was lost now that I had lost the only lead that I had. I thought I would never get the chance to put it to her once and for all and bring her to justice. That is until one summer night when I was at a bar having a few drinks alone, an old friend from my past walked in. He sat down beside me and we caught up on old times, how we had fun as children grow up and all that.

We were just shooting the s**t until our conversation escalated to the paranormal and supernatural. That’s when my friend Bill told me about the missing people. He thought it was all tied up to a government conspiracy, but I knew better. I knew dark truth in my heart; the real reason why so many people were going missing and showing up dead. But I didn’t mention her to him, because even though he was into the whole paranormal supernatural thing… he probably wouldn’t believe me if I told him anyway. Besides, I was pretty wasted that is until he brought it up.

“Hey, have you heard the story is about a faceless little girl going around murdering people?” he said to me and I choked back my fear and told him.

“Yes, yes I have.”

“It’s completely crazy, right? Who even would have heard of a tiny, little girl going around kidnapping people and slaughtering them as well?” he shouted drunkly, but I pretended like he was crazy, just to try and quell my worst nightmares. Even though I knew it all too well, it wasn’t just a fantasy. After all, I’d seen it firsthand. He went on and continued rambling and talked about this town, how far from here that little girl was first spotted and always has been spotted. I thought I got my new lead. Finally after so long, the trail had become hot again. I quickly hugged my friend and ran out of the bar; I went home, packed my things, got into my car and drove straight to that town.

I drove what felt like miles, but I knew I was getting close. I had this uneasy feeling that I was stepping into the lion’s den, and I was its meal. But I kept my wits about me and kept driving until I reached the border of a small town called Wood’s Edge. As I proceeded into town, I noticed it was a quaint little town was not much there. It almost seemed abandoned by first glance until you noticed the people moving around.

I parked my car and got out to walk around. That’s when I got a bad gut feeling. Something just didn’t feel right about this town. My feelings of dread just got worse and worse as I kept walking; the people just looked at me like I wasn’t even human. I tried talking to a few people asking around about her, but I got negative results: some just ignored me, others told me to leave them alone and go the f**k away. Even one old lady threatened to beat me with her cane if I didn’t stop harassing her. Weird. I thought to myself, why are these people acting so strange?

I shrugged it off and got back into my car; I drove to the nearest hotel and book the room. I was going to have a good night in my room. As I got ready for bed, I had that uneasy feeling again, this time much worse. It almost felt like someone took a sheet of ice and pressed it up against my back. So I watched some television to get that feeling off of my mind until I finally fell asleep. It only got worse; the terrible nightmare I had of her… of that faceless little monster standing on the edge of my bed, staring at me, reaching for me, speaking in my head telling me that she’s here and she won’t go away and I wasn’t going to stop her.

And that’s when she got closer. Close enough to where a gaping hole would rip open. Where her mouth should be and pulled me in. The blood just spewing all over my face. I woke up in a cold sweat gasping for air. Needless to say, I didn’t get back to sleep that night. So, I stayed up until morning and went back to investigate. As I was looking around, at first I thought my tracks have gone cold again. But little did I know they had gotten way warmer, burning hotter than I could ever imagine.

That’s when the weird s**t started to happen; people turned against one another. Threatening each other even eventually starting to literally tear each other apart with their bare hands. I turned every which way and each thing was more violent and gruesome: I saw a woman and her child get run down by an old man and his pickup truck, I saw another man who took a pocket knife and sliced his own son’s throat. When I had to get the f**k out of there, right as I was leaving town, everything suddenly went dark. Not as dark like a rain cloud type of dark, but the type of darkness that you would feel with someone turns off all the lights and closes the door on you and leaves you alone in a room; That cold, icy chill of the spirit and the dark that pulls on your very soul threatening to snuff you out completely.

So I pulled over and noticed when the darkness came. Fog followed with it and within this fog, where people that looked like they were in a trance walking towards only the devil knows where. So I got out seeing if I could help anyone, but with no prevail. They were non respondent to my answers to see if they were all right, if they needed help. And that’s when I heard it; the giggling. That same f*****g cruel sadistic giggle that I heard that night when my friend’s children died. I turned around; there she was standing in a white dress stained with blood, with black dress shoes and a teddy bear that was made from human skin.

I stood there frozen and that’s when she begins to speak, “Oh hi there, I remember you… you’re the one I let live and you’re the one who keeps following me. Maybe I shouldn’t have let you live, maybe I should have let you die! Like the others. Oh just to feel the warm blood on my hands and hear the e****c sounds of your death escaping from your lips…” And that’s when I finally got the urge to shout back.

“What are you doing with these people? Isn’t kidnapping and murdering innocent children enough for you?!” And that’s when she smiled and giggled that same grating sound and squealed.

“No silly. It isn’t enough. IT’S NEVER ENOUGH! The whole town has become my playground. These people are all puppets, dolls for me to do as I please and there’s nothing you can do to stop me! You WILL NOT interfere with my fun, hehe!”

She explained to me again as I tried to get the urge to move.

“I told you all those years ago; don’t interfere with me. DON’T INTERFERE WITH MY LUST FOR SWEET BLOOD! The way it feels, the way it sounds in my hand as I rip someone’s heart out through their chest! ~ Oh f**k God, it’s so enticing! ~ I have to say, it’s much better than what you humans would call s*x!”

I just couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This faceless little monster was getting some type of sexual thrill from all this! That’s when I finally got my feeling back, a burst of blinding anger, grief and sadness to ran towards her. And just like before all those years ago, an unseen force knocked me back. It pushed me into the ground hard. I gasped all the air in my lungs forcibly removed. I cracked a few ribs but as hard as that hit me, I wasn’t going to give up. I grabbed a hold of my pistol out of my coat pocket that I had packed with me earlier.

I screamed and started shooting at her, but the bullets just seemed to either pass right through her or reflect. It almost felt like I was shooting at a shadow and ricocheting off a brick wall. Before I got the last shot in, she rushed me at inhuman speed and grabbed me by my neck. She looked right into my face and cocked her head choking me out as I struggled to break free. I scraped at her hand as my vision started to black and I could hear faintly as she giggled and spoke.

“Your bullets have no effect on me, silly. You are going to have to try a lot harder than that! So step aside and let me have my f*****g fun! ~” she got more aggressive in her voice as she said this, then she tossed me aside like a rag doll and started to walk away. In fits of anger and rage, I yelled out to her.

“This isn’t over! You hear me! You are going to die! You f*****g monster!” after I said that, it was obvious she didn’t like me calling her a monster. She ran back and grabbed me again but even tighter, almost straight up breaking my neck she said this:

“Watch your mouth. That’s no way to f*****g talk to a little girl. I have feelings too and I hate being called a monster like that,” and I started to choke out my words and I said:

“You’re no little f*****g girl! You are what I said, a terrible horrible monstrosity from hell that should be destroyed!” After that, she must have thrown me what seemed to be like two to three feet because everything was a blur. Until about the time I woke up in the hospital, nurses and surrounding me telling me how thankful I should be to be alive and how someone had found me laying there on the street in a puddle of my own blood.

I was in the hospital for a couple of months after that with a few broken ribs, both my legs broken, and my collar-bone almost shattered. After I recovered, my physical scars healed, but I wasn’t thankful and my mental scars remained. Whenever I close my eyes try to sleep, in my nightmares, she’s still there giggling, laughing at me, taunting me, telling me she’s better than me in every way. But I’m not going to give up. I will find her and I will end this once and for all.

That’s all I have to tell you for now but I will write again to keep updates. So just to say if you see a little girl at night alone, stay the f**k away from her because that little girl just might end up being…

The Faceless Loli

  • Puddin Tane

    This story is hard to read. Your sentence structure is all over the place. Your wording makes no sense. Did you bother to read this before you posted it? You’ve written better stuff than this. What is going on? Please, clean this up. I would live to give it a reread when you do.

    • hillbilly creeper

      Well you’re the one to talk about rewriting something you meant to say you would love to give it a rewrite not live to give it a rewrite so we’re both sloppy writers