The problem wasn’t that he didn’t have a face, it was that he had a shadow. I had been walking home from a late night at the library when I noticed him out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to be standing in the middle of the street, just a few yards away from me.
At first, I thought he was a statue, but then his shadow began to move. I quickly realized that he was a real person, but his face was completely obscured. I had never seen anything like it before.
I began to feel a chill run down my spine as I stared at the faceless man. I was so scared that I couldn’t move. I wanted to turn and run, but my feet seemed frozen to the ground.
The man began to slowly walk towards me, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was sure he was going to do something terrible to me. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t.
The faceless man came to a stop right in front of me. I could feel his presence, even though I couldn’t see his face. He seemed to be studying me, like he was trying to figure out who I was.
Finally, he spoke. His voice was deep and menacing. He said, “You don’t belong here. Go home. Now.”
I was so scared that I couldn’t move. I felt like I was in a nightmare. I wanted to run, but I was too afraid.
The faceless man just stood there, watching me. I finally managed to turn around and run away, not daring to look back. I ran as fast as I could, and I didn’t stop until I reached my house.
I have never seen the faceless man again, but I still have nightmares about him. I’m scared to go out at night, and I always make sure to stay in well-lit areas. I’m still not sure what he wanted from me, but I know one thing for sure: I never want to see him again.
