The Smiling Face

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Have you ever had the feeling that someone was watching you? Well, try feeling like that and knowing that something was watching your every move.

It all started one day, I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. Before I checked who the caller was I very sleepily answered with a simple “Hello”

On the receiving end I heard a long, loud, snarl and then the line went dead. Since I only just woke up, I didn’t know if it was all a dream or it was real, so I hung up the phone. Still half asleep, I made my way to the kitchen and made a cup of tea. I was seated at the kitchen table and noticed that the television remote was nearby and quickly decided to turn the television on to check the weather.

After knowing the weather, I carelessly walked to my bed room and found a comfy pair of jeans and an oversized shirt. I then slowly opened the curtains, while shielding my eyes from the sunlight. From the window I could see something in the letter box. On my way to retrieve the mail, I saw a trail of muddy footprints leading to the front door of my house. Thinking it wasn’t anything to worry about I opened the letter box to see an envelope.

Chapter 2

Back inside the house I sat at the kitchen table with a freshly made cup of tea, with the envelope sitting in front of me on the table. Now looking closely I could see a face… a smiling face that was drawn onto the envelope. The ink was a very dark shade of red…

I eventually found enough courage to open the envelope and saw a Polaroid picture of the front door of my house.

I was shocked to find a picture taken of the front door of my house in a creepy envelope in my letter box. Not knowing what to do next I threw the picture and the envelope in the bin. I finished my cup of tea and found the newspaper lying next to the front door. I picked it up and something fell out of the newspaper and landed face down on the carpet. I knew straight away when I saw it fall. It was another Polaroid picture; on the back there was another smiling face in red ink. I reached for the picture and lifted it off the ground and to my fear the picture was of the front door open.

I ran to the bin in the kitchen and threw it in the bin and not wanting to ever see the unwanted pictures. I quickly walked to the bathroom to wash my face. With the tap running and my hands splashing cold water onto my sweaty face, I turned the tap off with my eyes closed and reached for the towel. I looked up into the mirror and screamed.

To my horror I saw the red smiling face on  the mirror. But it wasn’t draw in ink it was a much brighter shade of red and it was dribbling down the mirror. Next to the sink there was another picture, it wasn’t another picture of the front door. I carefully picked up the picture.  It was a picture that taken of me… asleep. Predictably on the back of the picture was the smiling face.

 Fearful for my life, I didn’t want to leave the bathroom but I was scared of the smiling face on the mirror. Without thinking I smashed the mirror with the metal stool sitting in the corner of the room. I than quickly noticed after the entire broken mirror had fallen, there were more Polaroid pictures. I also noticed that all the pictures were of someone. They were pictures of the person as child. I realized who the pictures were of. They were of me.

I was petrified and didn’t know what to do. I could hear footsteps in down the hall.

Chapter 3

“Hello? Is somebody there?” I yelled.

Then there was silence. Until I heard a door slowly creek open. The mysterious person was in my room. As quiet as I could I crept into the kitchen and took the biggest knife I could find. I tiptoed up the hall way towards my bedroom. When I finally reached the door I saw person. The person was very muscly and tall, they were wearing all black. After what felt like an eternity, the person turned around and luckily I moved back from the doorway just out of sight. I peered through the doorway and I saw the reflection of the stranger’s face, in the window. It was a disturbing sight to see. It had no facial features. Its face was exactly the same as the smiling faces I have seen all morning, the exact replica.

Terrified, I ran to the back door, it was locked. I looked for the key that should have been sitting on the hook. Unable to find the key I looked in a few draws in the kitchen. I could hear footsteps. The footsteps were getting louder and louder, I was trapped. I couldn’t get out the back door if I went into the kitchen again it would see me.

When I turned around the mysterious person with only one expression was standing at least twenty metres from me.

“Who are you?” I screamed

It didn’t reply, just kept smiling. I was about to scream another question but before I could, the thing ran towards me. I picked up a small statue I was given as gift by one of my old friends and threw it as hard as I could at the nearest window. The window smashed just in time, I jumped and ran straight to my car that was parked in the garage. I opened the fake rock that held the spare car key. By the time I was in the car, it was too late to open the roller door. I drove through the roller door just in time to see the smiling figure standing outside of my house.

Chapter 4

I couldn’t bear to see the face of that thing again. I kept driving not wanting to turn back. I remembered that my Mother always told me that I could visit her whenever I liked.

By the time I pulled into my Mother’s driveway the sun was setting. I knocked on the door and Mother welcomed me into her small home. We sat at her kitchen table and she offered me a cup of tea, I kindly declined her offer. I described to her the morning I have had. She could barely believe what I was saying.

After, I told my Mother about my morning, the only thing she said, surprised me.

She said, “Oh… this is really bad. We have to get out of here”.

I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say.

“What’s bad?! Why do we have to get out of here, Mum?” I suddenly replied with.

“I can’t tell you”, Mother whispered.