User:IanBoy

'''        I've always considered myself to have a good life. I have a good family, a good mother and a good father. I was an only child, which I never minded. My house was pretty old, built in the earlier 20th century. So at night, I would stay awake wondering what the creeking noise was, or what the weird shadows in the corner were. They were nothing of course, disappearing as soon as the lights were turned on. Now, however, there is something there.'''

'''                It was two years ago. I was fourteen years old. I had a wooded area across the street from my house. It wasn't a something I consider woods or anything, just a path surrounded by some trees leading to to a closed in area where a dead end street was. Since no one else walked there, I would always walk my dog there. '''

'''                It was late September, and like every day, I walked my dog through the path, when my dog began to start growing. I looked ahead of my dog to see something about twenty feet away from me - a person, lying on the ground. The person was face-down in the leaf-covered grass, she had short hair and a blue and white dress. I carefully walked over to the woman. Thoughts rushing through my mind. What if she was dead? Or a drunk passed out? I was more curious than scared, so I continued. When I got near her, I quietly said "Ma'am, are you okay?" A dumb question, I know. If she was laying on the ground, she was most likely unconscious and she wouldn't be able to hear me. So I attempted to flip her over when something struck me about her face. '''

'''    Her face was flawless. Not flawless in the "beauty" sense, but just absolutely perfect. No blemishes, scars, moles, freckles, or red spots. Nothing, just a pale white face. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and I could hear a faint sound of breathing, so I called the police to tell them I found a woman, who appeared to be passed out. I gave them my address and took my dog home.'''

'''       I watched out my window for the police to come. It took 20 minutes, and two patrol cars hsowed up and walked across the street. Only to return five minutes later and walk up to my door. My parents weren't home, so I of course answered. They told me there was no one there.'''

'''      I assumed she had woken up and walked away in that short time, so I just went back to my daily activities. I told my parents what happened, and they sid what I thought, she was probably just a drunk trying to walk home from the bar a block away.'''

'''    It wasn't until a week later when I was walking my dog again that I saw the same figure laying in the same spot. I walked over to her, but before I could get within ten feet of her. She stood up. That's when I saw it.'''

'''   What I didn't notice earlier, was she lacked eyebrows, or eye lashes. She opened her eyes and they looked looked lifeless. They were just black. A loud screeching sound made my dog let out a scream and run home. I began to run as well. When I looked behind myself, I saw the woman following me, only her feet didn't not touch the ground. She was floating.'''

'''    I went in my house to try and find my father's pistol. This thing wasn't a living thing. Sure, she could have had plastic surgery or something... But the floating couldn't be explained.'''

'''   When I went back outside I couldn't find her... Or it..'''

'''The days went by and no one ever found out. I kept trying to tell myself I had been dreaming the whole thing, but I knew I wasn't.'''

'''   It wasn't until a month later when I woke up, in the middle of the night, when I woke up at 2:47 AM. I saw a figure sitting in the recliner in my room. I was too scared to move, but it knew I was awake. It looked over at me, and to my terror, it had my neighbor, Sandra Daniels face. Even in the darkness, I could still see the face by the light from the nightlight on my wall, that her eyes were still black. '''

  The next day, Mrs. Daniels was reported missing.

'''                     It didn't end there. Every once and a while, I will see this.. this monster in my room. Sometimes she's sitting, other times she's standing, right besides my bed with someone's face on it. It's never someone in my family, and never an animal, but someone who has a family, someone who's life has been ruined.'''

       I have to wake up to see these black eyes, on a face of someone I know staring at me. I'm writing this now, 2:30 in the morning, as that thing is right behind me. I can see her reflection on the monitor. Tonight, however, she doesn't have someone's face, just that blank one I saw in the woods that day. She is opening her mouth. There are aren't normal teeth, they are broken, bloody, spiked teeth. She is coming towards me. I don't know what I ca