Face Of Evil
“Gordon, you have a test tomorrow, please revise and sleep early, we’ll be back soon,” Gordon’s mom whispered in his ear as she closed the door behind her.
Gordon’s parents are heading out for dinner, while Gordon is left home alone. He leapt out of his sheets as the front door slammed shut.
Perfect, he thought.
They lived in downtown Manhattan, located in the City That Never Sleeps.
Everything was strangely peaceful and empty, the usual robustness and liveliness of Manhattan were gone in a sudden.
“Aye what’s up boys,”
“Yo what’s going on man, you’ve never hopped on so late before, your parents out?”
“Yeah Chase. What, you guys playing GTA?”
“Yeah, join our game. Drew you bought the Vagner yet?”
“Haha Vagner or not, I’ll beat you in a race with my faggio.”
“Oh yeah? Let’s go, meet me at Vespucci.”
1:07 am
“Right guys I’m bouncing. Gotta go sleep, see you guys tomorrow.”
“You heard of the Charlie Charlie challenge?”
“No, what is it?”
“Basically, it’s Ouija Board with yes or no questions. I don’t know bro, many YouTubers have done it before and it seems legit, wanna have a go?”
“Nah Chase I don’t fancy those supernatural stuff.”
“Haha you’re afraid of a piece of paper and pen? You gonna chicken out of it?”
“You do it man.”
“I don’t have paper with me. I’ll send it to you first, you don’t have to do it if you’re still being a mouse.”
First, draw an X on a piece of paper. Label two of the quadrants “yes” and the other two “no”. Place two overlapping pencils on each axis of your grid, crossing them in the middle. Say “Charlie Charlie are you there?” and ask a question. The spirit will answer your questions if he is present.
“Now ask him the questions,” Chase said. “Charlie Charlie are you there?” Gordon said. His voice shook with excitement and enthusiasm. The pencil stayed still.
“Dude it’s not working let’s continue playing,”
Right after he said it, the pencil moved slightly to the left right under his eyelid. It pointed to “yes”.
“Wait...Chase it actually moved.”
“Damnnn, ask more,”
“Are you sure, this could end really bad.”
“Come on stop being a wuss,”
“Charlie Charlie how did you die?” This time, instead of excitement, Gordon’s voice trembled a bit.
“It’s only yes or no questions, ask him something crazy.”
“Could you show yourself?” He asked restively, took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if he’s already planning the worst.
The pencil moved slowly, pointing to “Yes”.
The lights in the room flickered for several seconds. “Wow, that was too ris-” Chase was abruptly interrupted by the noise the lights produced.
Gordon was horrified.
“Chase, I don’t think…”
He curled up in a corner shivering, surrounded by nothing but dead silence. He glanced out the window in an attempt to distract himself and immediately froze.
The neighborhood he lived in was a rather nice one: with convenient transport and multiple restaurants just across the street, this was an ideal place for busy people to live in. The post office was standing across the street, the cafe next to it, and a few cars parked nearby. The only significant difference from the usual streets was the svelte man standing on the other side of the road. He was dressed in a black hoodie with the hood down, obscuring most of his face. He wore a pair of old-looking navy blue jeans with his hands in the pockets. He was the only person on the streets, and the fact that he stood perfectly in the middle of the road facing his apartment sent a tingle up Gordon’s spine. The man looked up slowly and his face horrified Gordon. He had blank, pure black eyes like an endless pool of ink and a creepy smile crept across his face. Just a second later, a lorry came whooshing by and sent the man flying. Gordon was shocked. He quickly looked away and started sobbing in fear. “Please, please forgive me, I didn’t mean to summon you...” he mumbled under his breath.
“Chase, we really fucked up,” Gordon sobbed.
“Dude, what’s happening? Call the cops,” You could hear remorse and in Chase’s voice along with fear and anxiety.
He slowly turned around and looked at the streets once again. He stared at the pavement in disbelief. They had vanished. He blinked and looked again, but there was no sign of the man.
I am hallucinating
I am hallucinating
A gust of cold, night air swept past him, tearing his beanie off his hair. He shakily rotated his head, only to find out that the same man with the hoodie was standing behind him, in his own house, and still wearing that creepy smile of his. He bared his teeth at Gordon and revealed a mouthful of fangs. He pulled his hands out of his pockets, exposing his razor-sharp talon-like nails.
It was dead silence for 3 seconds before he pounced Gordon like a wolf does its prey, followed by Gordon’s muffled screams.
“GORDON! BRO!”...
Gordon would be found in the house 10 minutes later by his parents and Chase and the police would be called. His jaw was brutally separated from his skull, leaving a gory tear on his cheek. His neck was ripped open from what looked like claws. There were claw marks all over his torso and his stomach was slit open. The rug was soaked with Gordon’s blood, dyeing the fabric the color of crimson.
The police did a full sweep around the house but no incriminating evidence was found. The case was closed after two days of investigation as no signs were pointing to foul play.
And no one would ever know about the man from across the street.
