User blog:LexPetitxVampire/Faceless

Ricky Stanley awoke, he had a dream, not exactly a bad dream, just a weird one. Ricky ran a hand through his honey dipped hair and sighed. One about Ricky’s ex-fiancée. He turned over to face the TV in his room and he sighed a sad, sad sigh.

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre was on TV, Ricky’s ex-fiancée’s favorite movie – or it was last her talked to her. The movie filled him with a cold delight. There was a knock at the upstairs door, his room was in his grandmother’s basement.

Ricky’s grandmother was in Florida with the rest of his family. It was his job to answer the door. Ricky looked out of the peephole and saw his ex-fiancée, only she had no face. He opened the door and she was gone.

Ricky shook his head; he knew the Texas Chainsaw Massacre must be messing with his head. He closed the door and opened the door to the basement stairs when a knock sounded, again. Ricky turned around and saw the faceless version of his ex-fiancée standing inside of his house. Ricky felt like he was in a Schizophrenic state.

She lunged at him and pressed her lips to his, a violent shockwave traveled through his body. Ricky’s ex-fiancée dropped him to the floor. His eyes smoking and his hung open mouth flashing every now and then.