The Faceless Man

For months, a chilling tale spread through the city. A figure,

tall and thin, appeared outside high-rise windows at night. It was faceless. Smooth,

pale skin replaced what should have been features: no eyes, no nose,

no mouth. Just an empty canvas. One ordinary night, Maria,

a single mother, felt a sudden chill. A faint sound, a rhythmic cadence,

caught her ear from her balcony. With trembling hands, she slowly pulled aside the curtain.

There, on her balcony, was the faceless man, inches from her

glass door. She froze, unable to move, rooted to the spot by sheer