For those who know the infamous the similar horror being to  Der Groẞman, you're in for a treat.

The Blank Face

A man trudged through the forest, looking for his son. With a flashlight in hand, he looked both ways, left and right, left to right, left and right. 

The forest itself was an eerie one, no one dared entered it, the exception being his eight-year-old son. After scolding him lightly about his poor grades, he ran out of the humble household of theirs, and straight into the depths of the cursed woods, which happened to be near their home, the only side of the forest not being barricaded was there. How awfully convenient, the father thought. 

"Liam!" he yelled till the point of his lungs seemingly to explode. 

The forty-three-year old man couldn't wait to get out of this godforsaken place. Disappearances have been said to occur here. Why must children do the most stupidest, and impulsive things? He just simply couldn't understand the concept of being a father. For all he knew, there could be criminals around here.

The last thought had him sprinting deeper and deeper into the forest. His flashlight shaking up and down as he jogged unsteadily, oh how he wished he was in good health at this time. Haunting shadows of the trees caused goosebumps, but the silhouettes of the tall plants were accompanied with the velvet-dark setting, which also brought out the fear of the unknown within him. 

"L-Liam! C-c come out! I-It's time for bed! You k-know, don't let it t-the bed bugs bite, right?" he laughed uneasily, stopping to gaze at the area around him.

His eyes widened, filled with horror.

Bodies upon bodies were hung in the tallest of trees, the bodies being pierced through the thick branches, oh what the gruesome sight he could never forget.  They were bloodied, missing organs and the leftover guts spilling out of their ripped open bodies. Some were missing heads, as if a creature bit them off, some have dismantled limbs that fallen helplessly on the floor. Splashes of blood had painted everywhere. Bitten-into remains of their insides were left to litter on the floor. Those who were fortunate enough to keep their heads had one thing in common with their expressions- they had faced the ultimate terror. 

He knew he must find Liam, that father's adrenaline kicking in, as he ran around, he was crying for his boy's fate. 

Then he spotted him. 

Hung in a tree. 

"My poor baby boy! Who could have done this to you!?"

Maybe it was the fact it was his son he found the most horrific. Maybe it was the way his chest was filled with open holes that you could see through, or the fact he looked lifeless with those open eyes. His heart seemed literally plunged out. 

What snapped him out of his mersey was a snap, the snapping of a stick behind him. Forcing his eyes open after bawling then for a few minutes he spotted a figure. 

One of the myths he had heard.

God, why did he have to be real?

White noise soon overwhelmed his senses, easily fading to just static. They were like a very annoying flock of bees, one he couldn't shake off. His legs seemed paralyzed as he shook in fright, the flashlight flickering on and off as he pointed it at the shape. 

A blank face. Milky white, with no facial details except for the indents as of indicating eyes, this… thing lacked any features. A slender being, suited with black clothing, and a blood red tie, it tilted its head in curiosity standing the man's red eyes and nose, and his sniffling sounds that escaped from his lips as they faced each no more than a meter away. This creature was his son's killer, he knew it. 

His cowardness betrayed his pride, as he fled from the being.

"I'm so sorry Liam!" he screamed as headed for an exit, but even caring anymore what direction he was going. His heart pounded wildly as the static only grew stronger, making him light-headed and dizzy, but he pumped his arms and legs, he was overworking his muscles, and they burned, more than anything did he just wanted to give up on running, he seemed to have been running for miles and miles with no end. But he had to, if he couldn't protect his son, then he would live for him, and avenge his son in some way. He glanced behind, the being was right there.

Kicking up some dirt, he sprinted his lungs also seemed to be heaving as he gasped for air while running mindlessly. He couldn't shake this being off of his tail.

He saw a dim light, and soon it became brighter as he neared it. He realized it was a streetlight and he ran outside the forest, the static stopping immediately after he had set foot into the town. He looked back at the forest, but it seemed that the creature was imprisoned there forever, he would not step a foot outside. 

Overjoyed, he ran back to his home, his legs giving in as he jumped in his bed. His tears soon developed thinking about his son's death, but soon, like the pathetic fool he was, he cried himself to sleep.

The news said that after a few days of that incident there had been a break-in and muder at one of the residents' home on the outskirts of the town.

 A man was found dead in his bed a few days prior finding the body, the cause, unknown, but there was a symbol carved lightly onto his skin. A circle with an x in it. The victim was a single father with an eight year boy that had also gone recently missing. 

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mrsvintage