The face

I created a diary of my findings. This is my own story. I am posting this everywhere possible in hopes that someone will see it.

August 21st, 2011: Dear Diary The first time I saw him… He was staring into my window. We’ve all seen the movies, and heard the stories “Oh yeah the headless horseman, he comes to take souls” Well I saw him. At least I think he did. But what people said wasn’t accurate; they should have said the faceless horseman. Because that’s all I saw…I was having nightmares one night, and woke up screaming, I got up, got a drink of water, then glimpsed something in my kitchen window, I jumped a little, looking out there, but realized that my mind must have been playing tricks on me. I laughed to myself, saying it had to have been side effects of the nightmares. But deep down I knew, I knew it was real. I went back to my room, then let out a gasp, for a moment I saw the same figure just outside my window, it disappeared before I could comprehend it though… I shook my head, closing and locking my bedroom door before going to sleep. I awoke later in the night, shakily opening my blinds, this time I know I saw him. He was standing there, grinning with his crooked, but strangely, almost ominously white teeth, but that was all that I saw. His greedy, smile. He had no other features, his face was completely black except for the extremely contrasting smile. I may have been hallucinating but I think not.
August 25th, 2011: Dear Diary I saw him again! I got an even better look at him, he carries a sickle, perfectly shaped for a mans head, he seems hell bent on beheading someone. I did research and found that it’s possible that he dullahan, a headless angel of death. I believe he’s coming to kill me, but I’m still unsure. I don’t fear death, but I fear him.
August 30th, 2011: Dear diary I am deeply disturbed, I awoke and he was standing over my bed… He seemed to be ready to kill me, I theorize that he can only kill while one is not watching him, thus making me paranoid. Now I sleep only when someone is nearby. When I do sleep, it is invaded with pictures of him. He’s following me. I know it. It’s not safe for me to do anything that takes all of my attention. I must stay alert…

September 11th, 2011: Dear diary He is out to kill me. I know this now. I do not want to die by this. I have decided I must name him. This post will be short because I am sure he’s nearby.
September 19th, 2011: Dear diary about a week ago, when I posted last, I had awoken, he swung his sickle at my neck, obviously hoping to kill me. I rolled out of the way and he cut my couch. I am not hallucinating, there is a giant gash in my couch. I know that he is not afraid of killing me when others are nearby. But that dammed grin. It’s invading my mind, making me go insane… I have decided to name him “The Face”
September 21st, 2011: Dear diary I haven’t slept in a while. I keep losing track of time, coffee is now my only friend. I haven’t told anyone of my stalker, out of fear that I will be put into an asylum. I do not want that to happen… Ever….The Face has begun letting me know that’s he’s stalking me. It seems that others are oblivious to his appearance, whereas I can see him fine. I am scared, but I think I may be on to something. I am planning to try and attack him. He seems to be able to teleport at will, but I am unsure. I hope to end this nightmare…
September 22nd, 2011: Dear diary that was a terrible idea. It only angered him, I saw his eyes. The soulless bottomless pits. He opened them when I hit him, now his face is driving me to madness. The Face has whispered my name and I am destined to die.
September 26th, 2011: Dear Diary I sight him more and more often. I have researched if others have seen things like him. I’ve found a few things. An Afghani woman once ‘saw a horribly greedy face’ just before she was found dead, her head missing and her body violated. They said she was mad, but I’m sure this couldn’t have been a coincidence. I’m afraid that I’m not The Face’s first victim. I’ve started hallucinating from lack of sleep, I see ants crawling on my skin, running to gouge out my eyes, but when they finally get there, they disappear. I’ve had to take several breaks from writing this due to losing my train of thought…

October 1st, 2011: Dear diary I believe I was wrong with his original identity, I slept once, waking numerous times, twice he was nearby, but I was too overcome with tiredness to stay awake. I believe now that he is an angel of death. Perhaps he’s the one chosen to deliver me from this life? Who knows… I fear him, I fear death now. This entire experience is extremely maddening. I hope I may be hallucinating. This will be the last time I update for a while. I am going to start traveling.

October 15th, 2011: Dear diary I am scared. I am witless. The people I have interacted with have been killed, the police suspect me. I am currently in Afghanistan, they haven’t arrested me yet due to international fine print or something. I am shaking, crying into my coffee, all of my friends have been found headless.

December 25th, 2011: Dear diary I just got out of holding, it seems he decided not to kill me while under police confinement. I believe he doesn’t want to be on tape. I have decided to install a camera with the little bit of money I have left. I am still scared for my life. This will be the only record I have that I saw it. I hope it is found if I die.

December 26th, 2011: Dear diary I recently saw him. Just as I was shopping. I am now more scared than ever, I know it wasn’t from lack of sleep that allowed me to see him. I am starting to gather courage, maybe I can battle against him with something?
January 1st, 2012: Dear diary It’s a new year. I haven’t seen him since I last updated, I believe I know his weakness. His eyes perhaps are sensitive to light. I am going to try and exploit this soon.
January 12th, 2012: Dear diary I have armed myself with flashlights of all kinds. I am going to wage an attack against him, this may be my last post.