A/N: No it is not Slenderman...


The Faceless

Nails scratching until leaving their trails. My iris' flexing to meet only the eyes of nothing. I find myself tied in this prison with no room to breathe. My body becoming overwhelmed by the feeling, the dreaded feeling of the enclosing walls. I'm trapped! As my senses heighten, It has become vivid on the fixtures. It is coming, because it was never gone. No one can never see, and my previous struggles have made me mute. Now here I lay, bound against will, staring up at hell. My throat stings as I try to scream, but I know it's all in vain. The clock kills me slowly, probing into my brain and I'm counting the seconds. Swelling builds and I wish to sit up. The last wave of the sweet euphoria weakens and I can hear him. The Faceless. In one last attempt, I try again but only watch as it scatters. The dust falling from above, staining the sheets. He cocks his head crawling closer and closer. My mouth is restricted from my thoughts; not a sound. Closing in...Closer...and closer...
My eyes widen, The nail! The nail! He wants to make me better. In a heartbeat, it pierces down. And I accept with no choice…the sweet dreams he brings.