Through The Eyes of Our Horror

Chapter Eight: The Faceless Woman

It was the dreaded April break for two sisters, Paisley and Amanda. The first night of their spine-chilling misadventures had arrived. The new home they had just moved into exuded an eerie aura. Their parents had insisted on this fresh start, claiming it would be safer than their previous abode. For Amanda, being part of a family was an alien concept.

She had been adopted and thrust into this unsettling new environment. In the dimly lit basement, the sisters huddled on a loveseat. The feeble glow of the television cast eerie shadows across the room. A table stood between the couch and the TV, adorned with meticulously arranged snacks. It seemed to tempt unseen entities to partake in their macabre feast. It was their first night alone. April, the eldest, was deemed responsible enough to look after them.

She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her eyes fixated on Amanda. The sound of rain relentlessly pounded against the small window. Its rhythmic tapping echoed through the room. The windows were meant for ventilation, but they served as nothing more than portals to the darkness outside. The house was encased by a sinister picket fence, guarding against unknown horrors.

Dense trees loomed ominously beyond, concealing secrets that sent shivers down their spines.

How about we tell some super spooky stories?" She suggested with a wicked grin. "Got any?"

Amanda hesitated. "I might have a couple. But I dunno," She said, unsure. "What kind of scary stories?"

Paisley leaned in close, wiggling her fingers at Amanda in a creepy way, pretending to shine a flashlight with her other hand. "You know, the really, really scary ones. It's our first night alone in a haunted house." She leaned back. "It's like, a total rule, ya know?"

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. We used to tell stories at the orphanage," Amanda confessed, trailing off as she remembered. "There's one, but it was just to scare us into behaving so we could get adopted." Paisley's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"What? That's so mean!" She gasped. "But are they actually scary?"

Amanda nodded. "I had nightmares for weeks. Still do sometimes."

Paisley reached over and shook Amanda with an eerie excitement. "Tell me!" She exclaimed with a chilling spasm.

But just as they were about to begin, the television abruptly shut off, plunging them into a realm of complete darkness. Startled, the two of them leaped and let out blood-curdling screams. "What have you done?" Amanda asked fearfully, inching closer to Paisley.

"It's just the rain, right? The power won't be out for long, I hope," Paisley reassured, already retrieving her phone from her pocket to use its flashlight. "Hey, we've got a stash of candles, why don't we light them up?" She suggested as she rose from the couch.

Amanda quickly stood up, clutching onto Paisley's arm. "Okay, but let's hurry, please?" She pleaded, her voice dripping with dread.

"Yeah, follow my lead," Paisley said, leading them cautiously through the eerily empty basement. The only furniture present was the TV on its stand, a table, a couple of shelves, and the couch. The emptiness made it easier to navigate without stumbling, even though they were practically inseparable.

"Oh, there they are!" Amanda pointed out as Paisley illuminated the shelf where an assortment of candles were neatly arranged.

"Nice catch," Paisley complimented, grabbing a couple of candles. Placing them in secure lantern candle holders, she handed one to Amanda. Setting her phone down, she fumbled around for a lighter. Once she found one, she carefully ignited the candles, casting an unexpectedly bright glow. "Alright, now it's time for some bone-chilling tales," Paisley declared as they both settled back onto the couch.

Carefully rearranging the table in front of them, they placed the candle holders in a safe space where they couldn't be knocked over. They both grabbed a blanket that was draped over the couch and bundled up. There was a moment where Amanda fell silent, unsure of what she wanted to do, but then she finally sighed.

"Okay, I'll tell you a story."

"Yes!" Paisley lifted her fist and punched the air triumphantly.

"But don't tell me I didn't warn you."

"I know, I know."

"Okay," Amanda braced herself, for the weirdest reason ever. "Deep within the creepy halls of the orphanage, a super spooky presence lurks, all covered in darkness. The faceless lady, a total nightmare ghost, pops out from the shadows, her wickedness filling up the air. They say she only shows up for the unloved orphans." She stopped to check out Paisley's face.

"Every single night, her crazy hunger for innocent souls gets even stronger. One by one, like cute little lambs led to the scary slaughter, the kids become victims of her evil clutches."

Boom! Thunder cracked, making the two girls scream in surprise. "Keep going, keep going," Paisley pushed, as if not finishing the story would somehow bring the demon out.

Amanda looked around, and scooted closer as a chill ran up her spine. She cleared her throat and put on a super creepy voice. "Their laughter would vanish, their dreams crushed, as the lady's icy grip tightened around their fragile bodies. No mercy, no escape, as she grabbed them with her ghostly hands, dragging them into the never-ending pit of torture. Their screams of pain echo through the orphanage's haunted hallways, a freaky melody that only the cursed can hear. Blood stains the walls, a horrifying proof of the terrors that happen within these cursed walls.

The faceless lady enjoys their suffering, her wicked laughter piercing the night, a crazy symphony of madness. Nobody dares to say her name, 'cause they're scared of summoning her rage. She's the embodiment of nightmares, a creature born from the darkest parts of the human mind. The orphanage, once a safe place for innocent kids, becomes a prison for the unloved, forgotten orphans as the faceless lady claims her victims, one by one..." She trailed off, just enough to create a super suspenseful vibe. "Until there's nobody left to tell the tale."

Suddenly, the candles went out, plunging them into complete darkness. Paisley's heart raced as she desperately looked for her phone to light up the room. When the flashlight revealed what was beside her, a horrifying realization hit her. It felt like she had been forcefully pulled from a nightmare into a cruel reality, and fear consumed her entire being. There was no sister, Amanda was nothing more than a product of her own imagination, a distorted creation of her mind.

But...who was that creeping up on her?