The Faceless Man

This is my first Creepypasta.

Hello this is Steven James Glenn. I am writing this just to keep my sanity. I swear its following me. I can feel its presence. No matter where I go I can always feel that wrenched thing breathing right down my neck. I can always feel it looking down upon me. With that shoadow of a face, the very thought sends bolts of ice down my spine. Its been following me for years, ever since what happened to my family. That shouldn’t of happened to them. They did not deserve that. I am now presently writing this in a cheap motel somewhere in Indiana. Running is all I have known for the last fifteen years, at least I think it has been 15 years. All of this started when my family and I moved in to Bethel, Ohio. I still remember it like it was yesterday.

My family and I have moved around a lot since we came to Ohio, living with relatives mostly. Switching schools every month. It took a toll on us. We were all ready just to settle down. My parents found this house in the middle of town or what you could call a town. It was a two story house with three bed rooms and one bathroom. There were 6 of us, Me I was 14 at the time, My little sister she was 13, my little brothers Ethan he was eight and Nathan he was three, and my parents Julia and Chuck they were 33 and 32 at the time. It all was going smoothly, unpacking and cleaning up the old dust. The house is over 100 years old, or should I say was 100 years old. By the 5th week I started noticing strange things around the house. Small things like foot steps and doors closing by them self’s. I just shrugged them off as wind or the house settling. I started getting alarmed when my little brother was having dreams of a man with a shadowed face choking him. The really strange thing is when he woke up he told us that he still felt the thing choking him.

My mom also had a terrifying experience with it. She was just sitting on her bed when out of no where she couldn’t breath on one side of her neck like someone was holding her by the neck. She freaked out, she was gasping for air. When all of a sudden the pressure just stopped and she could breath again. We were all scared now. From that day forth things just got worse and worse. I decided to do a little research on the house. It turns out that a lot of people have died in our house. It actually was a funeral home at one point. Then I saw a corner of a picture I pulled it out, it looked like if was from the early 1800’s. There was something not right about that picture. I looked closer and that’s when I saw it, it was a man in a tuxedo but his face was nothing but a shadow. It was standing behind a corner of the house, peaking out from the side. Just as I was getting up, there it was standing there inches from my face. I could feel its breath. It smelled of death and decay. I passed out. The last thing I remembered was a very loud scream. When I woke up I was in a pool of blood. I though I must of hit my head on something when I fell, but the source wasn’t coming from me. I instantly froze with fear. I slowly opened my eyes. What I saw made me throw up. It was the mangled bodies of my family. They were still alive, twitching and writhing in pain.

I quickly Ran out of the house. I didn’t stop running until I was about a mile away from my house. I had to stop I was pushing my body to its limits. As soon as I stopped I broke down in tears. I sat there for hours just rocking back and forth. I had so many questions. What kind of evil being would do something liken this? Why didn’t he kill me to? All these questions still remained un answered. So after that I just became a hermit. The streets became my home. I started working odd jobs for money, they didn’t pay but a few cents an hour. So that is were it leaves me now. I am so filled with guilt for the death of my family. I didn’t care if it took me anymore. I just wanted to be with my family. So this is where this has to end I am going to see if he can take me too. I cant live like this any longer.