The Faceless

Close encounters are one of their favorite things. Drives you crazy, insane, inanimate. They are trees, merely evolved. Or maybe devolved. I don't know. He lacks the weakness of the others, which they took on for self preservation. Never continuously look at his face, never, don't try to find eyes, nor any defining features. For I am afraid your search will come up with no results.

You've felt it, felt the magnetic pull his face seems to have, felt your inability to pull away, to run, to scream, to think. He takes you, back to the trees, who can only watch in silence, unmoving, unbreathing, unstarting, unstopping, unroving, unloving.

He is fear. He is the chill of terror down your back, the hairs on your neck standing on end, the trembling you feel resonating through your body. He is trouble you do not want, a tree that must be cut down, yes. Run, run and look back, don't take your eyes off of him, do not remain in your home for too long, he knows it's location, run, run from the forests, The Faceless, your parents, friend, everyone. Trust no one, in a world where he walks, I am the only one that can be trusted, the only guiding voice keeping your inner mind working, yes, I.

NEVER STOP, NEVER.