The Man With No Face

BY HDZ

The human mind is the scariest thing of all. It makes things out of the darkness. Scary things. Monsters, ghosts. The man with no face comes into my room at night. Stands at the foot of my bed. I can never move when he’s there. So I lay there frozen as he caresses my face with his bony hands. No one else can see him but me. Once my mom walked through my room. Right past him. I tried to call out to her, but my voice doesn’t work either. If I close my eyes I can still feel him there. I can feel his cold hands on my face. I can hear the creaking of his bony joints as he lays next to me waiting for me to open my eyes. And when I do he’s waiting there, right in front of my face. Slowly, I am able to move again. It’s only my hands at first. I can clinch my sheets in my fists, but that doesn’t make him disappear. He’ll lay beside me with his arm around me, or he’ll squeeze my arms so hard that they feel like they’re going to break in half. Once I’m able to move again, he disappears. But not even a mark is left. Because it’s all in my head. The human mind truly is terrifying.

About the Author

Hdz is 18 years old. She lives in Missouri.