The Man without a Face

I am a frequent redditor and while surfing /r/nosleep, I found a post called "The Man With No Face(She Is Mine)". Later I stumbled onto a post from a diffrent person called "The Man Without A Face". I figured that it was the same guy on a diffrent acount, however their writting styles are to diffrent, the first is well thought out and much more specific while the second one seemede to have been written faster and without any though of pursuing the creature in the story. I didn't find any activity from the newer post that they knew the first post, the user didn't even comment on the "She is Mine" post untill after his was up, and he was linked through the comments of his by someone who has read both stories. Here are the two stories in their order of appearence.

The First Post.
Felt like I needed to add that this is all true and happening to my family as you read this.

This is longer than most like to read but I feel like I need to tell some people who would believe me. I have a wife and an 11 year old daughter and we now live in southern Missouri. We have never had any kind of ghost hauntings, poltergeist sightings, or anything of the sort. We have a kitten we got not long after the first incident happened but no dogs or anything that is supposed to ‘see’ things. All that I tell you is from my family, believe it or not. Beings it is on ongoing police investigation we can’t release any details from the local sheriff’s office and there was no media attention given at our request. I wrote this in the form of a short story being I am a writer and want you to feel more like you are experiencing it rather than me just telling you.

Lilly had just recently started to act irrational. She was never like this before, always a good kid with good grades and attitude towards others. But recently she had started to go downhill into a spiral of depression and sudden outbursts of anger. She was only 11 but it was looking like she was going through a mental breakdown due to stress or some other, unseen factor.

It had really started to get noticed after we moved from California to southern Missouri. She obviously didn't want to leave her friends but everything up till the initial move was normal. After we got settled in, she seemed to be adjusting fine with a new friend just a mile away. She started to get off the bus at her house only to have Melissa's mother drop her off before dinner. Mel and Lilly seemed to hit it off great, instantly becoming best friends. But recently they stopped seeing each other; Lilly had been getting off the bus at our house and going straight to her room and sitting on her bed and listened to music.

It started to scare me, she was acting like a rebellious teenager and she wasn't even 13. I tried consulting a few therapists but none of them seemed to understand what was sending my little girl into this state of grief. They each asked what was the most traumatic thing to happen to her this year but the move was the only thing I could think of. One even had to audacity to ask if we were abusing her in anyway, physically, mentally, or even sexually.

I tried getting her to talk but she wouldn't respond to me. It got worse the day she was sent home from school after bashing a fellow classmate in the face with a book after he tried to touch her. I was fed up of all this not knowing. I unforgettably went off on her, angry about my wife having to leave work early, scared of not knowing what was going on with her, and worried that my little girl may have some kind of mental problem. That night I talked to my wife, Mary Anne, about maybe getting her on medication. We had been reluctant about doing so, both of us agreeing that it was a worst case scenario.

That was when my world began to crash down upon me. Sitting in the kitchen discussing the medication, a blood curdling scream echoed from the upstairs. It came from Lilly's room and sounded like she was getting murdered. I instantly jumped off of the counter and dashed upstairs. I got to her door to find it locked. I beat on the door screaming at her, "Lilly!! What's wrong!? Open the door!"

My heart stopped the moment I heard what she screamed next. "GET AWAY! DON'T TOUCH ME! DADDY!!" That moment I stepped back and kicked the door with everything I had but it barely budged. The solid oak doors of our house had seemed like such a luxury when we moved in. I kicked again, this time the frame cracked. I heard her scream again, "NOOOO! GET YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM ME!!"

My adrenalin was pumping and I mustered up everything I had and kicked again. The door busted open and the sight I saw sent shivers down my spine. The window was open and a trail of blood led from the foot of Lilly's bed to the open window. Lilly was curled up in a ball at the head of her bed shaking, her arms had gashes and her bed was streaked with her blood. I ran to the window as my wife ran to check on our daughter. It was then I realized that her bedroom window faced the back of the house that had a large dip where our basement came out to a concrete basketball court.

This made her window easily three stories up to a concrete drop with no way to climb up or down. This was why we had put up a safety bar outside her window in case of her falling out the open window. The bar was mangled as if someone had taken the Jaws of Life to it. The windowpane, aside from covered in blood, had long gashes all along the bottom and sides as if someone or something clawed the window open and climbed in.

A small puddle of blood was on the concrete below and a trail led off into the woods behind our house. I called the cops and got an ambulance coming. Lilly wouldn't talk, only bawled into her mother's shirt. After she was taken to the ER, the cops questioned us about what happened. We explained our story and showed them the blood and mangled bar. They questioned us further, making sure we weren't some sick abusive parents then sent a few K-9 units through our woods to scope it out. Nothing was found and, without a word at the hospital, Lilly returned home three days later with the gashes in her arms stitched up. We had 24 hour cop surveillance for the next week but nothing happened. They dropped it to only a nightly watch and soon only checked up randomly through the night.

Lilly had only spoken when she needed food or water or to go to the bathroom. We had started to sleep in the master bedroom with a shotgun, fully loaded, next to my bed. The night Lilly finally told me what happened and who was in her room changed my life.

Lilly was in the living room watching TV with our new kitten we bought to help her over the recent traumatic events. At this time she had spoken a few more times, mostly to Bugle, the kitten, and to Melissa when she visited to see how she was doing. I sat down in the chair next to the couch and saw she was watching a documentary about shadow people and ghosts. I snatched the control and leaned close to her. "Baby... Can you tell me what happened in your bedroom?"

She was hesitant at first and pointed to the television set. I looked up to see that I had paused it on a picture of a shadow man in a picture. It had red eyes and was an outline in the shadows of some hallway. it sent chills down my spine. I had never believed in ghosts or supernatural things, but the way her hand shook as she pointed at the TV told me she wasn't lying.

"...he told me if I said anything...he would hurt you and mommy." It was the first time I had heard her speak a relatively whole sentence since the bedroom incident.

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">I grabbed her and pulled her close to me; she was crying by now and shaking uncontrollably. I ran my hand down the back of her head to comfort her. "Nothing is going to happen to you, I swear." I tried to reassure her, or me, I wasn't sure anymore. "What did he look like?"

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">She sniffled and pulled herself together enough to explain to me what she saw come through her bedroom window. She first told me he only came to her window and stared in at first. This was the nights she appeared randomly in our room in the morning, sleeping between me and Mary. But one night she awoke to her window open and his face sticking inside. He told her if she moved he would get her. She stayed on her bed beings she was to terrified to move. She said he had a smooth white featureless face. His face was almost ivory or porcelain with dark shadowy eyes. A large black line ran up his left eye and down to the bottom of his chin. He had no mouth or nose and long dark black hair ran down the side of his face.

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">He didn’t have a body, only a head that seemed to float in the darkness. When he talked, it sounded like whispers all around her. He never did more than stare at her and begged her to let him touch her cheek. She always declined, scared of him. This had been what she saw on a normal basis, causing her dissocial behavior and lack of sleep. She told me one night he came further into the window, sitting on the pane inside of her room but never going further than that. His body was nothing but shadows that moved like they were alive. She explained that his hands rested upon what looked like his knees from under the shadows. He had large hands, long fingers that ended into what looked like large daggers. His hands were as white as his face, smooth and even glistened in the moonlight that shown behind him.

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">That was when she told me that the night she was attacked in her room, he had told her if she didn’t let him touch her cheek he would kill me. He told her he would rip me apart in front of her, limb from limb. And if she still wouldn’t let him touch her, she would do the same to Mary. She finally broke down and told him he could come in her room and touch her cheek, but begged him not to hurt her. He was instantly beside her, his hands and face hovering above her bed looking down at her. He grabbed her arms; his sharp fingers dug into her arms and drew blood. This was when she started screaming and pleading for him to stop. When she struggled he dug his fingers deeper and tried to hold her still. She trashed around, causing his fingers to dig deeper.

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">As she told me this I looked at her arm, the stitches and marks looked like an oversized Freddy Kruger had done just what she said. The blood drained from my face. Could she possibly be telling me the truth? Or was this some sort of illusion she created up in her mind? But the window, the bar was mangled and it was 2 inches of steel, no way could she have done that herself.

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">She cried herself to sleep in my arms after her story. I rocked her back and forth; Bugle was curled up asleep in her arms. My wife came and I handed her off Mary to take her to the room. I decided to stay awake and do some research and writing on my novel. I must have fallen asleep because I awoke suddenly to a dark living room. My notebook had slipped to the floor and was off. I was a little surprised, usually Mary would leave the hallway light on for me when I fell asleep in my chair so I could easily stumble to the stairs and to the room. That was when I felt the sudden cold rush and a feeling of dread and despair. It almost made me sick, my stomach twisted and I felt like throwing up.

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">I went to stand up and I suddenly was forced back into the chair, the recliner popped out and I was nearly lying flat. That was when I saw the darkness above me moving like it was liquid. Then, out of the blackness, a face emerged. Just as Lilly had described, it was featureless except for two sunken eye slots with a large black rectangular cutout along its’ left eye. Hair then fell down of out of the blackness and was inches from my face. Two large white, clawed hands also emerged out of the living shadow at its’ side. It was hovering right above me, some kind of force was holding me down and forcing me to stare into its’ black eyes.

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">It spoke, but it didn’t come from the direction of its’ face but from all around me, like multiple people whispering and growling. “She is mine. You will not stop me. I will have her.” The force holding me became stronger, I could barely breathe under its’ weight. Then its’ hand got closer to me, I could see they were stained with dried blood, Lilly’s blood. I became furious and spoke for the first time. “Get the fuck out of my house! You won’t touch my daughter!”

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">Its’ eyes started to emanate some kind of red haze around them and the force on me strengthen. I felt like my chest was going to cave in from the weight. My ribs creaked under the force and the face, now only an inch or so from my face, froze. It didn’t move, even the liquid like shadows he was made of became still. Then, without warning, the force started to lighten up and the form started to back off and float towards the ceiling. The force on me was almost gone when suddenly it came alive again and the hand shot up towards my face and a deafening roar went all through the house and my head. It came at me, the blood stained hand coming directly at my face. Then, in an instant, all the lights came on in the house and my wife stood in the kitchen screaming. I jumped up off the chair and landed on my feet. She had dropped a coffee cup and was frozen in fear staring directly at me.

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">I went to her and she collapsed into my arms. After a minute, the shock and fear washed over her and she began to settle down. She sat at the bar and explained to me what she saw. Apparently I had been asleep in the chair while she was making her a cup of hot chocolate. She said she was heading towards me to wake me up and tell me to go to bed when I started to convulse and the chair shot back on its’ own and I began to hover a few inches off the chair. That was when she screamed and dropped the glass and woke me from the nightmare.

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">I now fully believe my little girl and have no idea how to stop whatever it is that is haunting us. At the request of my wife, I drew a picture and made audio of what I heard while the thing was attacking me. This has taken place over the last year that we have lived in this house. Ghost hunters, paranormal investigators, priests, and even an exorcist have come and went with no luck. A psychic came in and wouldn’t spend more than a few minutes upstairs. We didn’t tell her what was going on, but she knew something is here and it wants one of us. This is a link to the picture and mock audio I made to try and recreate what I saw and heard. Keep in mind, this audio was made by me and is not a recording of the creature.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpzxT8ywIQc

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">Edit - Wow! The turn out I have gotten from you guys is amazing! I appreciate all of your kind words and worry for my family. We will get through this one way or another. I hope it's gone but I doubt it. I still feel like something is there even as I type this.

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">Something happened last night that made this all the more real though. Shortly after posting the story on here and making the youtube video of the drawing and sound recording I made, Lilly broke down in a panic. I hadn't shown her the drawing or recording because I didn't want to scare her. I had left my laptop on the kitchen table with Reddit and the youtube video up while showering. When I was just about done in the bathroom I heard a scream and sobs. After everything that had happened I didn't hesitate to grab a towel and be downstairs in a matter of seconds. She was on the floor against the far wall of the kitchen crying heavily. My wife was gone for the evening staying at her sisters due to her just having a baby a few days before. I ran over looking around expecting to see something or the entity. I knelt down and asked her what was wrong. She told me she watched my video and when she heard the voices she thought it was back. She asked how I knew what it looked like, beings I also hadn't told her it came after me in fear it might worry her more. I finally told her everything after getting dressed and reassured her nothing was going to happen to her.

<p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small;">Also, not sure if this is a big deal, but mirrors have came up missing. Not large ones like in the bathroom or anything, but small ones scattered through the house. I came upon a few broken not long ago, and figured Lilly had broken them but was too scared to say. It seemed like nothing then, but now that we know something is in the house, I can't help to wonder if it is the one doing this.

A Post From A Diffrent User.
<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(50, 55, 60); font-size: small; ">When I was a child, about 6, I used to have a recurring hallucination. Or at least that's what I was told. I remember it well, and if felt so real. I'd agree I was just making it up since I just saw a still image of a man outside my window. He was thin and tall, and looked as if he had no facial features. Kind of like that guy from Watchmen, Rorschach. Only there was no ink of the mask and it was the same shade as his pale skin. So anyway I'd talk to the man who I named The Man Without A Face. I felt safe when I slept, knowing he watched me. Yeah, it was scary at first, but after a week I figured he'd never hurt me. so one day I was getting ready to go to bed. I thought I should talk to The Man without A Face that night as per usual. It was raining so I had to cup my hands around the cold window to see out into the dark night. he was there, in the same position. Staring in on me only inches from the glass. "Hey, do you want to come inside?" I asked, "It's really cold out there." The figure slowly seemed to move its jaw, as if trying to speak. This spooked me. I pushed my ear to the window once the shock wore off. "Come again?" "Let me in." His voice was scary, it gave me chills and made the temp. feel like it dropped 10 degrees. I shook my head, telling the man no. I regretted extending the offer now. His hand hit the window with a thunderous boom. I jumped back and almost started crying. I didn't want him to come in. But he couldn't break the window. See, I lived in a very poor neighborhood.So my parents thought it would be smart to buy bullet-proof glass. I thank them for this to this day. After, The Man Without A Face never showed up. I herd a kind a few blocks down had died about a year later. his window was broke open and he was killed. It was labeled a robbery gone wrong. But I know it wasn't. He was sitting by his window when they found him. It was The Man Without A Face. And I think he's still out there. I lock my windows and sleep with a gun by my pillow now. I pray that's enough.