The faceless man slipped around the shower curtain without a sound. At a speed that betrayed his form, it grabbed the man from under his arm pits. Two hands covered his mouth, muffling the screams. The man struggled, throwing his weight left and right, but the faceless man didn’t budge. Then the struggling turned into convulsing; finally the man stopped all together.
The faceless man let the body slip to the ground. It crouched down to lift up the legs of the man. From the toilet reemerged that slimy segmented body. The gaping hole at the end gurgled and flapped as it spit water. It curled down to engulf the man’s feet. Pushing down further, it soon encompassed the entire lower half of his body. Then the segments tightened, clenching onto the poor man, dragging him into the toilet; down to the hell I had just escaped.
All the while I had been watching this, I’d forgotten about the faceless man. He was standing at the sink, staring into the mirror.
There was a knocked at the bathroom door. “Bobby, are you okay?” A woman asked.
The faceless man turned, but he was no longer blank. It wore the face and body of the man he’d attacked.
It opened the bathroom door and said, “It’s fine. Toilets clogged.”
“Oh,” the woman replied. “Why don’t you leave it for the morning?”
The thing grunted his agreement and flipped off the lights as he left with the woman.
I was torn between the need to escape and the need to warn the woman. But what would I say that wouldn’t sound crazy? Who knew what that creature was capable of? Could I fight it? It would be easy to slip out the bathroom window. Then again, I could be anywhere.
When it had become completely quiet, I pushed open the closet door. The bathroom window was directly across from me. It was small, but I could fit. As I tiptoed across the tile, I considered how I would open it, and how I would get the screen off without making too much noise.
And then, “Jacob.”
I stopped dead, frozen like a dumb animal, and turned to look into the bedroom. The thing was on the bed, straddling the woman. She was flat on her back, head half way off the bed and her mouth wide open. The thing had stopped amid its task. One hand was cupped under his mouth, holding a gooey pale orb. The other hand was shoving a second orb down the woman’s throat. She must have been unconscious or drugged because she didn’t struggle.
Beyond reason, I forced myself forward, through the bedroom and out into a hallway. As I passed it, I could feel the creature reach out for me. Somehow I found my way to the front door, but all I tried yanked and flipped the locks, it wouldn’t open. I spun to find another door and saw the thing standing in the hallway, watching me. It just stood there watching. Angry I grabbed the nearest thing to throw at him, and then stopped. Instead, I flung it at a window. The statue, solid metal and at least thirty pounds, bounced off. I was trapped, and now understood what this thing was capable.
But then I heard the knocking in the walls, and puzzle pieces began to come together. In the kitchen was a trolley laden with pots and pans. It rolled heavily across the wood floor, and as I pushed it, the momentum built up. I had only a guess, or maybe a feel that made me choose this wall. The cart slammed into the drywall, breaking straight through. It continued to roll down the long hallway that existed outside the house.