Short Story
                                                 Blank Face
                                                                  By Shannon M. Metcalf        


      The abyss has become my home for as long as I can remember. I always recall those nights where I
would be put to bed and there was nothing but the slight orange glow of the streetlamp to attempt to wash
away my worries. My fears… The worst part of that word, is the fact that no one else can see it. Not like I
can anyway; not like I can. I would lay there in bed, gazing across my room towards my door. Most nights I
would think nothing of my paranoia, and play it off as my enormous imagination trying to get the better of
me, but tonight was different. I’m no longer a kid anymore, in fact, I’m twenty four and still living at my
parents’ house.

      My fear of the unknown never wavered however, yet I know nothing of what rests in that black void
known as darkness. But like I said, tonight was different; yes, tonight I heard something far more chaotic
than the images I have in my brain. It started slow and far away; it was a slight creak as if my parents were
walking around. Though I knew this couldn’t be true as to the fact that they were both gone at the casino.
They did this a lot, mostly on Fridays to try and blow off some steam; I had to go investigate, naturally so.
So there I was, standing already in the center of my room when the creaking goes off again. But this time it
sounds so much closer than before.

      In fact, I could practically hear it just a few feet beyond my doorway. My hands wouldn’t stop sweating
and my heart felt like it was beating deep in my throat. Every time I swallowed my saliva, it ached. Each
breath I took sounded shaky and labored as if I was recovering from a nasty chest cold, but I knew I wasn’t.
That paranoia I spoke about was coming into full blow at this point. The door was only a foot away; my
hand rested on the cold, unforgiving knob.

      I could feel it; something was just behind this inch thick piece of wood. Part of me screamed to go
back to bed and pray for my parents to get back home. Another part, the loud booming voice in my head
told me to investigate. Just like any typical horror cliché, I did just that. I swung the door open, and was met
with complete and impenetrable dark. I could practically feel my eyes straining to adjust to the sudden
change of light as I looked this way and that. A weird sensation took over in my stomach, almost like that
feeling you get when plummeting on a roller coaster.

      My head rang as adrenaline coursed throughout me. The stairs were just to my right, going down
immediately and curving to the left before descending more. Somehow the darkness seemed even more
intense than where I was at this very moment. Creak. My heart stopped; the floor had just been stepped on
only inches to my left. I was in shock; I wanted to uproot myself and slam my door shut. I wanted to lay and
pray in my bed, begging for whomever or whatever was in my house to go away. Alas, I was unable to
remove the invisible concrete that held my feet to the floor.

      Please, let this just be my brain getting the best of me. This thought continued to run through my brain
like a broken record player. The creaking sounded again, this time a few feet away, down towards my
parents’ room. Almost instantly following this, my feet were able to shift. I felt a cold sweat drenching the
back of my night shirt and my breasts were covered in it as well.

      Had I known now, what I would’ve seen then, my ass would have long but gone from that house. Even
though I’m not a runner, I’d jog until my heart felt like it was gonna explode. But I was an idiot back then. I
continued to walk down the hall, past the bathroom on the left. The door was wide open, revealing a semi-
lit, orange room. I shuddered a bit as a cool breeze ran through my long black hair. I could practically feel it
moving as if a fan were on right behind me. My parents’ bedroom door was always closed, no matter what.
They stressed in having privacy and urged me to do the same.

      That’s why when I saw that it was ajar, my inner voice was beginning to freak out, but I continued
forward. The door was only a few feet away; my feet slid across that tacked down carpet. I checked my
pulse at this time, unable to believe how fast my heart was really going. Despite all this, I found myself
nearly slamming into the door to my parents’ room. It was this tall, light brown stained door with a glistening
coat of water protection covering it. I hadn’t even realized that my hand was clenching hard on my shirt, not
until this moment. I slowly pushed the door open, and felt around the wall for the light switch.

      Please be my imagination. Please be my imagination. I thought and I begged as I finally found the
switch. It slid perfectly between my middle and ring fingers and flipped up. A blinding light met my eyes,
stinging them a bit as they were forced to readjust quickly. When I finally uncovered my face, that voice that
always spoke to me couldn’t udder a single word.

      No… It couldn’t, and I can’t blame it, now that I think about it. Blood… It was all over the room. Strewn
all across the walls and even up on the ceiling. The light that illuminated a few seconds before had been
caked in a thick red crimson. My breathing became sporadic; my hands shook and my legs felt weak as I
fell to the carpeted floor. Two bodies were resting across the room from me, one was wearing a suit whilst
the other wore a long white dress. “M-Mom? Dad?” I felt the stinging in my eyes, not knowing if it was
sadness or the putrid stench that emanated off of their corpses.

      Their dead, decapitated corpses. I got to my feet, barely able to hold in my vomit when I heard
something. Creak. My heart nearly stopped as the loud floorboards mercilessly mocked me from behind.
Don’t turn around. If you value your life, then don’t turn around. It took all my courage at that moment to not
scream, and I clenched my eyes shut. I figured that if I couldn’t see it, I was safe. I felt my way around the
hallway, heading back towards my room. As my hands slid across the walls, I felt something warm and
slimy.

      I knew it was something bad, and refused to entertain whomever wanted to destroy my life. I wouldn’t
give them that satisfaction no matter what. So I felt the doorframe to the bathroom seconds later, and
stumble over something on the floor. Instantly I’m reaching to catch myself, and hear a loud snap from my
left wrist as I hit the tiled flooring of the bathroom.. “Ow.” My eyes were open, which I realized and wanted
to shut them, but the bathroom light flicked on. The door slammed shut and I was faced with the most
horrifying imagery I had ever seen.

      Gazing back at me in the reflective surface were my parents’ heads, resting on the back shelf of the
tub. Blood was pouring down the walls and into it. I knew I shouldn’t look, but my curiosity forced me up to
my feet and made me turn around. The tub was absolutely filled with blood. Before I knew it I was
screaming that loud piercing silent scream you see in the horror movies. It was so loud that my ears rang
seconds following this. Then the door slammed back open; I whipped around, only to be met with a giant
mammoth of a man.

      He towered up to the ceiling and his nose was completely gone, as if it was never formed; the same
went for his mouth. Though it looked like a long burn scar ran across, where his mouth should’ve been. The
only thing he had for eyes were two long, deep gashes. Blood was oozing from those wounds as if they
were fresh. I was paralyzed with fear, wanting to just sprint as fast as I could. The man tilted his head a bit,
acting like he was taking in all that he created. His hands were covered in grime and dried blood. “Please
don’t kill me. I promise I w-won’t tell anyone!” I tried to plea with the man, but he just laughed.

      And I mean that, even though it was confusing as to where the laughing came from. As he continued
laughing, I heard numerous amounts of hushed voices from every single inch of that bathroom. As if these
voices were powering this man, he stood straight back up and tilted his head again. Just then a slit formed
where his mouth should be, widening farther and farther, until it ran straight up each side of his face.
Jagged, rotting teeth appeared as he began bleeding down his neck. I felt like a deer in the headlights as
the man lunged his hands towards my face.

      “Please stop!” I yelled, but the man threw me onto my back. He was reaching for something in his
pocket, and then pulled out a long, rusty knife. The edges were jagged and some parts were dull. He
pushed the blade closer and closer, pressing the tip of it deep into my forehead. I screamed as I felt the
semi-dull blade pierce my skin, and agonizing pain erupted from it. The man pushed hard, and dragged
the blade diagonally downward to the bottom left side of my face. He cut through my skin and flesh, just
enough to leave a deep wound.

      I wanted to die so badly, but he kept pursuing this malicious intent he had. I knew it was from all those
whispering voices, but I couldn’t fight him. He mimicked the last attack, but started with the top right side of
my forehead. Again he pushed hard and I felt every bit of my skin cut wide open. The blade ran down to the
lower right side of my face. “It hurrrttsss!” I kept crying and wailing, but the horrifying being wouldn’t listen.
He reached down, digging these disgusting fingers into the center part of the x he formed and began to
pull with all his might. “Aaahhhhaaaaa!” I felt every single tendon ripping as he pulled harder and harder,
exposing the flesh of my face.

      He then grasped the other sections in the middle and began ripping those parts off as well. Every
single piece of flesh attached to my skin was being torn off bit by bit. Somehow, I hadn’t died yet, and the
man knew this, yet he didn’t give me the mercy of killing me. No, he sat there and merely observed as my
body slowly bled out. The last thing I remember seeing, before everything became blank, was the man’s
mouth as it sealed itself back shut, as well as his eyes. He did that disturbing head tilt again and then
everything went dark.

                                                                                  * * * *

      The abyss has become my home for as long as I can remember. Ever since the night I died, I
wondered who that man was. I pondered how a person could do something like that to human beings, and
never truly got my answers, at least not to his morality. Now, as I sit here, watching over this nineteen year
old boy, sleeping in place I used to sleep in, I fear for him. I saw that man today, pacing out behind this
house. I heard the hushed voices whispering heinous things as he became frustrated. All I can do is sit
here and pray this family gets it right and moves out of this house.

      It was only now, in the afterlife, that I got a glimpse of this person’s story. The story of Blank Face
cannot even be truly touched by myself, not now anyways. Legend says that he’s the man with no nose; he
was born without a nose or nostril holes. He was a man who grew insane in this house after hearing voices
whispering throughout the halls. He slaughtered his entire family by carving x’s into their faces and tearing
their skin clean off with his bare hands. As the legend goes, he dumped acid on his mouth, permanently
sealing it shut, until the spirits allowed him to open it. The last thing this man did was cut his eyes
completely out, and create large horizontal gashes, leaving them in their place.

      All I can do, other than pray, is hope that one day this house gets condemned and nobody else will be
harmed by Blank Face. Alas, I cannot force their hand for I am just a trapped spirit after all.
About Shannon M. Metcalf

I’ve been writing ever
since the fifth grade. For
as long as I can remember,
Horror, Thrillers and
Slashers have been my
favorite book/movie genre
and I want to revolutionize
that industry. I also yearn
to breathe life back into
the art that’s been rotting
away for far too long.
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