The strange thing was, he didn’t have a face. That’s not right. I’m sure he did, but I couldn’t see it. It was like blurry or something; like, when I tried to look at him, a cloud or a fog, you know? I’m talking crazy. I don’t—but that’s what I saw, or what I didn’t see. Anyway, I suppose it’s strange, I didn’t think much of it, but then again, I was running for my life. Any helping hand. I saw him in the corner of my eye—that’s it, that’s what it was like! His face was like something out of the corner of your eye, only you were looking right at him!—Well, he beckoned me over, helped me escape, hid me when those things came by. Whoever he is, I’m grateful.
Mr. Faceless
Tale Told 