Short Stories

Faces

"He... is... COMING!" the man had cried in his final moments, or so they were told. In reality, no one knew what had happened. For none had seen the faceless man, that is, except for the man...

----------Four years later-----------------

He had been going for a simple trek through the forest outside of town when he saw the abomination. It was thin and tall, unhumanly so, with long, spindly arms and tall, thin legs. Queer looking tentacles spouted from his stick-like torso, like snakes of shadow writhing in torment and striving to be free of this horrible demon. It was simply dressed in a black suit adorned in a tie of blood. The most horrible aspect of this monstrosity was its face, or lack of. All that rested upon its pale, thin neck was a white, featureless head. It's hand reached for his face as did the shadowed appendages. The man screamed. The demon ended the noise swiftly. The demon was gone. The forest was silent. All that remained of the encounter was a faceless corpse painting the trees red with the last of his life blood.