Hantu Tanpa Wajah 소설 & 이야기

🖤 Millions of empty eyes opened across its body. Every eye looked different. Yet all of them shared the same thing. They were empty. Completely empty. 💀 ⸻ 🌙 The Hunger The creature had no face. No voice. No form. 🌑 Yet everyone felt its presence. And everyone felt the same thing. Fear. 😨 Not because it wanted to kill them. Because it didn’t even notice them. 💔 To it… Reality itself was food. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten Name The Father stared at the creature.

she said,her mind racing in 10 different directions at once. She needed fresh air.She had to get out of there.All of this was just too strange for her to handle right now and way too coincidental. What were the chances that the girl in her vision and Marcus both referred to a supernatural entity known as ‘the lady in the shadows',both while speaking to her? She ran up the stairs.Her purse was still in Ethan’s bedroom. And then she heard it as she passed the portrait.Her name,as if set to a gentle,haunting melody…

" Another evidence was found around the refuse dump two weeks ago, and we are making progress on the identification of the criminal. " However, the prints from the gun are latent, and —" " What does that mean?" " Latent prints are invisible. It's unlike the patent prints which are visible." Principal Powers rubbed the nape of her neck after a silent gasp. " How do we know who the criminal is if the prints are latent like you said?" Mr Christan adjusted slowly on the seat as he coughed to regain composure. " We're on it, principal Powers. However, we found out after a closer look at the corpse that there are few prints on the body."

My heart is furiously beating as I type the word nonhuman. Many articles pop up so I just click on the first one. There are so many definitions. Sirens,witches, vampires , demons and yes, Angels are there too. Apparently the term is used to describe people who are not exactly humans, people with unusual gifts or powers. The following article says nonhumans are just a myth and that no such thing exists. One says they were real during the eighteenth century but we're destroyed and are now extinct. I keep on reading and even click on the images. The images are a bit scary and definitely not human. The thought that I could be one of those things is more than scary.

But the most horrifying in its features was the fact that it has no face, only a pair of mouths located in the eyes area. The creature ate the severed head's eyeballs and tossed the eyeless part towards the sea of demonic monsters behind it, feasting like madmen. Aswangs, Tikbalangs, Kapres and burning humanoid creatures called Santelmos--the bulk that made up the army of monsters. When they spilt their first blood on Earth, they felt dominance over the human race already, as if their dominion over this world was a lost deserved heredity that they found.

Hana and Nabi were stunned by the list he read, and before they could respond, he urged, "Don't say Vampires or werewolves or aliens Please!" That made Hana laugh, and finally, she turned into a tomato laughing. Nabi frowned but was happy to see Hana comfortable and at ease.

X stood before me, distortion mask removed, face finally visible. And it was nobody. Not figuratively. Literally. The face underneath the mask was smooth, featureless—a blank canvas of synthetic skin with no distinguishing characteristics. No nose. No lips. No features at all except two dark spaces where eyes should be.

She stated proudly. Kim scoffed. None of what she said made any sense to her! What is it about these people talking about things she didn't have a clue about! "Werewolves? Fairies? Celeste? What the fuck are you talking about?! You know what I honestly don't give a crap about your crazy ramblings! What I want to know is if that stuff does what you claim it does, then what do I have to do to get it out of your hand and into mine?" Kim snapped frustrated. She didn't have time to stand in this hallway and talk to some freaky ass witch. The longer they stayed here the more they risk not getting out. From the corner of her eye she could see Talon quivering on the floor. Time was running out…

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"