“Poor Faceless didn’t even have one peaceful moment. Even on Sundays that… demon haunted him during day and night. Teasing, mocking, insulting, all in a sickly echoing and hollow voice like hearing it from far away over a foggy, abandoned moor. Floating over the frightened form below him Ghul, that’s what the creature had named himself, grinned in delight over the misery of the young Slender and never left out a chance to remind him that he probably was the only Slender in this world that is haunted instead haunting others. Slowly drifting into insanity like a victim instead of being a predator hunting his kills within the forest like all the other Slenderfolks do. Words like pathetic, worthless and disgrace rolled out of Ghuls mouth like a mantra making the young one cringe, always at the edge of tears. Hugging his legs and rocking his body lightly back and forth like a small child Faceless tried to block out that awful calling. Trying desperately to ignore the voice of that dreaded demon swooshing around him like a combination of smell less smoke and a light, strangely warm breeze. On such days Faceless buries his thoughts deep inside him, deep down in his mind where Ghul wasn’t able to reach him… wasn’t able to hurt him. Sticks and stones may break my bones… but words… they’ll break your whole being…”

Faceless and Ghul © AtroxReaper