Short Stories Before Bed (Horror)

Mysterious Face

That night, when the entire village was immersed in darkness and silence, I felt like something was wrong. I felt a deep fear that I could not express. The horror of a face that always peeked in the window at midnight - that's how it always crossed my mind.

I was a small villager located in a remote valley, where the wilderness surrounded us. Our lives were simple and peaceful, until one night that changed everything. It all started when I was sitting in the living room, next to our large window overlooking the forest. That night, a bright full moon shone, and I felt as if the sun was setting again on the western horizon.

As I sat there, reading a book while enjoying a glass of tea, something strange started to happen. From the corner of my eye, I saw the shadow of a face behind the window. It just passed so quickly, as if it was just my imagination. But when I stopped reading and noticed the window, the face appeared again.

The face looked blurry and dark, like a shadow sculpted in the darkness of the night. I could not see the details of his face clearly, but I felt that it was not something natural. I feel there is something very wrong with the sighting. Fear slipped inside me, and I began to feel trembling.

I tried to ignore the sighting and went back to my book, but the face kept showing up. Every time I turn my eyes, it comes back quickly. Even when I tried to get closer to the window to check it closer, it simply disappeared. It was as if mocking me, teasing from behind the window wall.

I decided to wake up my father and brother. They didn't believe what I saw, but seeing how scared I was, they agreed to check it out. We sat together in the living room, and I anxiously pointed to the window.

But that face doesn't appear anymore. My father and older brother tried to convince me that I was just a delusion, but I knew what I was seeing. The sighting was not something that could be ignored. We decided to stay alert and spend the night together in the living room.

Time passed, and we began to feel calmer. We talked about ordinary things, trying to distract from the apparition. But suddenly, in an instant, the room became extremely cold. The fire in the fireplace extinguished by itself, and strange sounds began to fill the air.

We can feel an invisible presence around us. Dark clouds covered the full moon, and we were trapped in darkness. Fear again struck us, and we sat in a tense silence. Suddenly, the face appeared again.

The face was clearer this time, and the terror emanating from it kept us glued to where we were sitting. It had no eyes, only two black holes that seemed to pierce through our souls. His lips swerved to the side in a terrifying smile.

None of us can talk. The face floated outside the window, and we could feel a terrible look coming from it. It felt as if the face was pervading our minds, pervading the darkness in our hearts and souls.

We don't know what we should do. We felt trapped in his world, and there was nowhere to run. Whenever we try to contact other people in the village by phone, only the sound of whistling we hear. We feel disconnected from the outside world, trapped in this dark and terrifying night.

We tried to climb up the window and escape, but every time we got close, the face disappeared. It's like a ghost that we can only see from afar, but we can't touch. We felt imprisoned within our own homes, trapped in a terrible presence peering through our windows.

The night passed, and we felt weaker. Fear and exhaustion began to take hold of us. We were sitting in the living room, helpless, only able to watch that face that appeared and disappeared outside the window. We felt as if time itself had stopped, and we were stuck in an endless night.

As the sun began to appear on the eastern horizon, the face disappeared once again. We were relieved, but also filled with unanswered questions. Is that a face? Why only appear on full night? And why did it choose us?

We contacted the local pastor and tried to find answers to all those questions. The pastor investigated the incident and said that we had faced something beyond human knowledge. It was not a ghost, demon, or any known paranormal entity. This is something completely foreign to us.

We decided to remain calm and live our lives as usual, hoping that the apparition would not appear again. But every night the next full moon, that face came back. It kept peering through our windows, haunting us with its terrifying presence.

We try not to look at it, not to let fear rule us. But every time it came up, we felt the same fear as the first night. We feel trapped in an endless night, a horror terror face that always peeks at the window at midnight.

With each full night that passed, the presence of that face grew increasingly menacing. We felt that it was not only peeking out from behind the window, but also sneaking into our house. Strange noises and unnatural smells began to smell in our house. It was a nightmare we had every month.

As time went on, our lives became more and more disturbed. We no longer sleep well on full nights. Our minds continue to be filled with fear of that face. We started fighting with each other due to the infinite stress. We felt like we were imprisoned in our own homes, with no possibility of escape.

As time went on, we became increasingly dependent on local pastors. He was the only one who was willing to approach this apparition without fear. He performed many prayers and rituals, trying to expel the face. But that face kept coming back, tireless.

We felt we had to find our own answers. We decided to investigate the history of our village and find out if there were any legends or folklore associated with this apparition. We met some elderly people who told us stories about full moon nights and an ancient ritual that our ancestors once performed.

They say that in folklore, this apparition is called the "Face of the Night." That said, it was the night watchman who watched over the village to protect it from danger. But something has gone wrong. The ancient ritual that our ancestors once performed to fulfill the Face of the Night has been forgotten, and now the apparition is becoming increasingly dark and frightening.

We decided to find out more about this ancient ritual. We did an in-depth study and found some missing clues inside the village archives. The ritual involves the burning of special flowers on a full night, along with the prayers mentioned in the ancient language.

On the next full moon night, we were getting ready to perform this ritual. We burned the flowers we had carefully gathered, praying according to the ancient language we had learned. All the villagers gathered around our house, giving their support and prayers.

As the ritual began, the air around us became tense. But we feel that we have to face our fears, that we have to face the Face of Night. As the flowers burned, there was a strong flash of light, and we could feel the presence of the Night Face hovering near the window.

But this ritual seems to have an impact. That face no longer looked so horrible. In fact, we could see it more clearly this time. The face was no longer terrifying; instead, it looked grieving, as if it had been imprisoned within the darkness for a very long time.

We continue the ritual, begging that the Face of the Night be granted peace and released from its dark prison. When the ritual was over, the full moonlight shone brightly, and we felt the fear that had haunted us for so long, subsiding. The face disappeared quietly, as if it had finally gained the freedom it had been seeking.

Although the ritual is over and the Face of the Night disappears, what we feel is too short of independence. The next full night, the Face of Night returned, and this time, it came with much stronger anger and hatred. It feels like we've been interfering with something that should have stayed silent in the dark forever.

The fear we experience this time is beyond anything we have ever felt before. The face appeared with a terrible intensity, and we felt that we were the target of his anger. The bright full moon light seemed to only highlight the terrible evil hidden behind that face.

We tried to perform the ritual again, but it seems the Night Face has become stronger. It haunts us more often, even on ordinary nights that are not full. As the sun rose, we felt increasingly weak and were struck by this terrible presence.

Our family relationships are increasingly fractured, and we live in increasingly isolated circumstances. Our villagers turned into our enemies, blaming us for the presence of the dreadful Night Face. We feel like there is no place for us in this world, that we are cursed by our own actions.

Night after night, we felt increasingly squeezed by the Face of Night. We try to avoid it, but it always seems to find us. The fear we experience has created mental instability within us, and we are no longer able to lead a normal life.

In fear and despair, we decided to leave our village and seek refuge elsewhere. We felt that just by escaping from this place, we might be able to forget the terrifying Night Face. We left our home, a place we once loved, and escaped from bitter memories.

However, the Night Face seems to have become a part of us. Even though we left the village, we could never escape the apparition. It lurks in the corners of our minds, haunting us even as we attempt to start a new life.

The story ends with us constantly moving, constantly escaping from the terrifying Night Face, which seems to have become a never-ending curse. Fear and despair continue to loom over us, and we do not know if there is a happy ending in this story or just an inevitable dark one.