Slenderwoman

       When I was a little kid I had an "imaginary friend" that frightened my parents, not so much because they thought it was real, but more so because they thought something was wrong with me. To give some sense of a time frame here, I am 26 now and the oldest pictures I could find were from when I was five or six. I mostly remember what happened that made me switch from drawing pictures of dinosaurs to what my parents called "the scary lady" or "the faceless thing" even though I did draw a mouth on her, just not a nose or eyes. In therapy they always said I was covering for some trauma or fear; but I think they were just assholes. I'm not so old that kids drawing monsters should have been anything different. Had I told them it was a Pokemon or a Digimon they might have bought it, but, I was a little kid, and didn't know better.

   Anyway, the earliest memory I have of her, the Faceless Woman. To begin I am sure I was five or six years old. It was autumn and a bunch of kids were at the house; it was the annual family reunion and we had a pretty big yard. To give a clear idea of what is going on here, we lived in the sort of country. As in you'd drive around and see a house, then it would have like a fifty foot yard, maybe a skinny line of trees between the houses, a field for whatever crops; usually corn or soybeans; a creek; and more houses; with the occasional culdesac of houses before another long road of spaced out houses and fields. A pretty common sight in Ohio to be sure. So we had a descent sized house, a big back yard, a big front yard, and a big side yard; which I swear a whole other house could fit into. The front yard was to a road, and the side yard was where the family reunion mainly was with the tent, chairs, tables, and all that. A road ran past there and then across the street was a fenced in property with cows and llamas running about, with the occasional goat. So all the kids were playing in the back yard. There were some woods back there and we were all playing hide and seek in them.

  I want to make something very clear, it should be IMPOSSIBLE to get lost in those woods. Looking back now as an adult the dimensions of it is just staggering. In Autumn you could see through the trees. Okay, so, if you walked from my backyard you'd get the tree line, if you went straight through you'd at about 60 feet or so come to the wide open field; running down the middle of this was a tiny shallow creek with rocks and the occasional "pond"...as in like a ten foot long spot where the water was a little bit deeper and you could in summer find fish when it flooded back there; mostly crayfish though and frogs. If you turned right you get about that same distance before you get to the road which had two metal drain pipes running under it. The neighbor across the road's fence stopped before you got to that point; it looked weird but the fence lined up with our side yard, stopped a few dozen feet with this sort of mowed area around the outside of their fence; then trees where the creek was; their house was in the other directions and the woods around the creek did this loop around their house and property before coming back up against the road; like their whole property was just a slice out of the woods pretty much. Of course if we had crawled through the drain pipes there were grates on that side; I guess the woods were part of somebody's property but our side wasn't, still weird one side had grates the other didin't. It just meant crap would block up on their side and not flow under the road properly; somebody had to be clearing that; but I digress. So even if you got across the road, there was another old timey looking house with a bunch of dogs in their fenced in yard less distance up the road than the woods on our side continued so...if you went right from my backyard's woods you'd either end up in the side yard, drain pipes to a thin patch of trees, or another neighbor's house.

    Even if you snuck over the road, up or down the road for the length of their yards was maybe 15-20 feet of trees around the creek; (as a note when I was older I snuck through all this on a dare and couldn't believe I got lost as a little kid). Keep going back and you'd have to turn with the trees around the neighbor with the cows' property (turn right) as if you went straight, another field, and like maybe a hundred feet you could see the highway and some houses across it, same to the left behind the dog neighbor's house was like this pointless (wind breaker or noise breaker I guess) row of trees but otherwise open field. You have to follow the creek around the property, which never was more than twenty feet of trees until past the house; and even then the field was still there, you just added the distance to the road until you came to a graveyard cutting into the trees, then another small house with no yard to speak of but some chicken coops, then an intersecting road and drains going under that road too. I can't imagine as a little kid I walked that far, it was like half a mile and even then, how are you getting lost with a creek, field, roads, and houses everywhere; that I didn't see.

   So, you the reader might guess, well for all that description your dumb ass little kid self turned LEFT in your back yard, not straight through the field, not to the right to the road...well...left was the length of our back yard and then, a fence. I kid not, a five foot high fence cutting through the woods coming from the next door neighbor's yard. Turn towards the front yard and you have a mowed yard between the houses broken by a fence. Several barking dogs. Thing was this fence went through the woods, and between the woods and the field; apparently this person wanted their dogs to have a safe place to play and "be free" so fenced in the woods behind their house. Yeah, I think that's dumb but not unusual I guess, just not usually with that much "woods" fenced in. You could tell some parts of the fence weren't repaired for years and trees growing in through it, and I doubt his dogs couldn't get out of it if they didn't want to. In fact I don't recal ever seeing those dogs go past the tree line; and when I was about 20, just prior to moving out he had put up a fence at the edge of the yard cutting off the yard from the woods. I don't know why, we didn't really speak with our neighbors on any sort of regular basis that I was aware of. Although come to think of it, I didn't see those dogs out as often as I did as a kid, he didn't seem to get as many visitors after a few years, and he was hanging crosses and shit on that fence. I...might hazard a guess why, but it would only be conjecture.

   So I guess I should get back to when I was five or six at the family reunion now that I have the whole map laid out for everyone; and while I didn't walk through all that till I was a teenager, pretty sure in just ten years it didn't change enough to matter; like the field, houses, roads, no new ones so; anyway.

  So after all that, so frame: I was five or six, family reunion, tiny patch of woods that barely qualifies as "woods" bunched between houses, roads, and fields, bunch of kids running around playing hide and seek; and finally middle of the fricken day. We weren't playing at night. So I being a little kid, with my backyard plane in sight hid behind a log and covered myself in twigs and leaves. It was an old rotten log, I'd seen it before, played around it before; hell since then I've noted it as a landmark, just on the otherside of the creek. I had on a coat, several layors of clothes, gloves; details escape me on brand and colors since the last two decades; but I remember enough and continued living there up to five years ago to make mental notes of everything in the area because what happened next made and still makes no sense; and I admit it makes no sense but no one ever believed me; but I swear, log, not even fifteen feet from the backyard, just on other side of creek, that's where I hid.

   I don't remember the exact number of kids out there, I was only five or six, but it wasn't a small number. For anyone not familiar with hide and seek, its pretty simple, one kid puts their face up against a tree and counts to ten or some other number; some go as high as one hundred; while the other kids find someplace to hide. Usually with some rules and boundaries like not going inside places, or staying in a certain area for intance. I don't remember the exact rules but chances are the boundary was the patch of trees in our yard, which would mean, no over the fence, no field, and not crossing the road. But again, I was behind that log, I know I was. Well as these things go, buried under the twigs and behind the log I fell asleep. When I woke up it was dark and I was cold and hungry; and again, any direction should have given my little self a sense of where I was. Hit the field, go the opposite direction, hit the fence follow it back to the yard or else it would lead to the field and then; again, turn around; the other way lead to the road. I also should have seen my house and the house lights. I didn't. I was confused, it was snowy, freezing cold, and I walked. I found the creek, but it was too big. I should have been able to that time of year just step over it, but it was a river now, easily four feet across and moving quickly. I walked along it, knowing upstream for the creek lead to the road. I never found the road, I had to have been walking for...well I don't know how long, it felt like a long time, but a little kid, walking slowly, confused, crying; yes I'll admit I was crying; shit I was five or six years old and just woke up freezing cold and hungry in a forest I didn't recognize and the expected land marks were no where to be found. I eventually came to a small wooden bridge, like made of cut log segments bridge; in hindesight very good looking bridge; and I crossed it. Had this been the creek this should have lead me in the direction of my house.

   I walked in that direction through the snowy woods getting more tired and hungry, until I head a woman speaking, I remember her voice distinctly asking me if I was lost, and that she'd help me if I promised not to be afraid of her. I had no idea where this voice was coming from and I said yes; think I said yes; I was thinking it but so cold I was hugging myself and could barely lift my feet to walk, I then tripped over a root or a rock or whatever and the voice said, "poor lost lamb". I was freezing, and either I was winded or my strength had just left me from the cold but I couldn't get up. That was when I saw her, she came out from behind a tree and was really tall. At the time I doubt I noticed much else about her figure other than she was wearing a dark red dress, which made no sense, that hugged her body save for slits up both of her white as snow legs...so kinda like a blood red version of Jessica Rabbit's dress; also minus the sparkling. Her arms were really long, almost reaching the ground, but I should repeat she was really tall. I don't know how tall and I was lying on the ground, but I'd see her later; and maybe I should wait till that point in my tale to say how tall she was then because I know she can change how tall she is; but anyway. What I could see was she was white like a sheet of cloth or like she was made of paint. The most striking thing being her head, she was not only completly bald but had no face. When she was standing over me I saw she was wearing red dress shoes, not a big heel, one of those short square heels; but her feet and legs were soft looking, like she was a pillow shaped like a person. When she leaned down her head was like that too. Like white cloth. Not like a white cloth over someone's face like a costume; or any sign of a human skull. Aside from her slightly pointed chin, jawline, and neck I'd say her head didn't really look human; more like a cloth version of one of those faceless mannequin heads; just a general idea of where the eyes should be by a slight rounded indentions and semi-ridge where a nose should be. At this time she didn't look to have a mouth.

   As she was leaning over me she spread her hands above me, her fingers were long and pointed like needles. I saw a white string come spinning out from the tips of all her fingers, including her thumbs, and maybe even a thicker yarn like string from the palms of her hands. She moved her hands over me and these threads flew out and moved on their own surrounding me, weaving a blanket coccoon over me. It completly covered me, including my head. I was in complete darkness, complete cozy darkness. I felt her lift me up and then I felt like two large pillows were being pressed against me, my front and back, squeezing me like heated pillows. I tumbled down a little bit but inside my blanket coccoon and landed on something like a sheet hammock it felt like. I was warming upand rocking back and forth. Best comparison mentally would be the feeling of being wrapped up in a blanket, inside a sleeping back that covers your head, while riding in the car. I fell asleep again in this cozy place.

   When I woke up again it was to the sound of shouting, crying, and a police siren. I was leaning up against the front door of my house, it was late at night; my mom was there, dad, a whole bunch of confused looking relatives, and some cops. I was wrapped up in a white downy blanket when they found me. I was asked a bunch of questions; it is sort of a blur thanks to all the people and confusion. I told them what happened; in a whole lot LESS detail than what I just did here naturally; the hide and seek game I definetly told them, how I hid behind the log; I remember my cousin Chris arguing with his dad that I was lying because he looked there during the game; and how I woke up, cold, couldn't find the house; and told them the Faceless Lady found me and gave me this blanket and how I thought she carried me home asleep. They were naturally freaked out, police asked me to describe her, but again, five or six years old I think I just told them, faceless white lady in red dress and bald. What I recal is the police thought what I saw was someone wearing heavy coats, wool cap, face covering, and my little kid, lost and scared, tired mind made up the rest. However it was clear no one knew WHO had found me, wrapped me up in a blanket, and would just leave me at the front door to be found rather than alert the search party that had been looking for me for hours (told the specifics many years later), or even knock or ring the bell as several family members were waiting inside. The long short is, they concluded I lied about staying behind the log and tried to find a better hiding spot; they even accused me of crossing the field and someone over there, maybe some guy out hunting where he shouldn't so didn't want to get caught so snuck me back...despite my insisting it was a lady; seriously, big boobs and hips; lady. If she had black latex and red glowing eyes she'd have been a dead ringer for LadyDevimon from Digimon...well aside from having two long arms and not as big a hand I think.

   So yeah, I drew pictures of her to show my parents I wasn't lying...or just because. I know a few years later I drew the pictures to show them what I saw; but by the time I was eight they were convinced I had convinced myself from repeating it that; THAT was what really happened. They had me see a therapist who told me that imagination and memory are connected so I apparently over-wrote my own memory with what I imagined, my fear and the trauma of the event making me invent this other character; which was so monstrous to the adults that they thought I was afraid of her. But through the rest of that year I saw her several times more, late at night I'd heard a lullaby like hum and open my eyes to see her standing in the corner of my room, she'd lift her long pointed index finger to where lips should be in a "shhh" motion and I'd go back to sleep. Othertimes I'd hear the neighbor's dogs barking and look out my window (I was on the second floor and my window faced the back yard), so see a hint of her red dress and her snow white apperance just behind a tree at the edge of the woods facing the house. She was taller than a branch that I realized was higher up than my dad. A few times I'd see her in the daytime, just standing still in the woods and try to tell someone she was there but she'd be gone when they'd look; until they just stopped looking. I wasn't allowed near the woods again till I was ten and had promised to stop talking about, drawing, and insisting the Faceless Lady was real. They really thought she was a reflection of my year. Thing is around the summer when I was eight years old the sightings had become fewer, till I didn't see her for months.

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   So put a break there because I am skipping ahead a little. Because this wasn't just some imaginary friend, ghost in the house only I could see scenario. I wasn't a little kid talking to someone in a room no one else could see like so many "true stories" you read about online. Like I said I was like five, likely six I am thinking as I type this. Yeah, I was little, but not like a two or three year old talking to a ghost in their playroom little; old enough the adults trusted me to be around the bigger kids playing in the back yard playing hide and seek. Which I think I should mention something else, something everyone always glossed over when I told them what happened. Yeah I know I said I was skipping forward, but this is a footnote I still myself don't understand. The snow; it was autumn, and it was like high 50's (farenheight) and middle of the day playing the game. I was freezing to death and there was snow when I woke up. But when they found me on the porch it was just regular chilly and no snow. The adults always ignored that part, or said I had to be dreaming or mistaken a light frost as the temperature dropped for snow. Not that snow had anything to do with any other time I had seen her during the two or three years after that. Anyway, skipping ahead to when I was ten. I am sure for the whole year I was nine, and the later half of being eight and a few months into being ten years old, so two Christmasses as I was born in April; I didn't see any of her.

   Before I go on I feel I should put a time frame here. I say five or six when I first saw her and that whole incident happened. The family reunion was always in late September, so yeah, kinda early for snow. This was 1999 or 2000, I didn't remeber if I was five or six, but I did watch Digimon on Fox Kids at the time and checking the dates, yeah it was likely 2000...maybe 2001; I was sure I wasn't seven, so probably 2000. So five or four years later when I was 10 is obviously 2005, as I was born in April its pretty solid to say that I think. I mention this for one big reason; when I describe the Faceless Lady to people they (CORRECT ME), yeah about my own encounter and call her "Slenderwoman" a female version of Slenderman and insist I must have heard of him, and say he's some old legend. I looked it up, Slenderman was created on a forum as a scary story in 2009. So I would have been FOURTEEN years old when that character was invented, and some years after that before it became a big internet meme. I even tried to look up things supposedly like it but only references to a "Branch Man" I could find were on Slenderman sites, same with the supposedly German version; all Slenderman sites no local folklore sources I could find. Which is both I guess "good" maybe as it shows I didn't read some scary story as a kid and then imagine a Jessica Rabbit vampire dress version of it; but also not finding anything like it in folklore is also...what was she then?

   Now, that isn't to say I didn't in more recent years find somethings similar to her but...they don't completly match in all the parts...and also all Japanese...I lived in Ohio when this happened. So not a Yuki-Onna or a Jurogumo or a Noppera-bo; three closest things I could find; but not one of them has all the traits; and again Japan. Only other thing is the Other Mother from Coraline; however that came out in 2009, almost a decade later, February that year so. There is the book, which according to Wikipedia came out in 2002, which would still be later than when I first saw her, and my pictures and therapist can attest it was before 2002; even so I didn't even know it was a book till I looked up the year it came out. Never saw it as a kid that I can remember.

  Okay, anyway, I said I was skipping ahead to ten years old, hadn't seen her since sometime when I was eight, pretty sure never saw her that I can remember while I was nine. So I was ten and it was like 2005. And to make it clear I am not writing this all in one go, I want to be as precise as I can and stay focused; so gathering information from family, friends, rechecking stuff; that I'll get to later. So to set the scene I was 10, it was 2005, and to be honest I had all but forgotten about seeing the Faceless Woman; and it was Christmas. It was Christmas day and we had a bunch of family over, as I was an only child; just in case I didn't point that out sooner, we ended up having this shared presents and stockings with my mom and my aunt and my two older cousins who would at this point be 16 and 17; but they're not important. What is, is that is meant there were a bunch of presents under the tree for everyone, and my mother despite none of us kids believing in Santa anymore still insisted upon having a few presents marked as "From Santa".

   We had cleared out most of the presents when we found the one buried in the back of the tree, wedged between the wall and a big gift that was for one of my cousins; I don't remember exactly what it was, thinking tool set as he was into cars and engines; was this box marked to me from...well the from part was some cursive writing no one could make out. I actually saved that tag and honestly, not even sure its English, and its faded over the years so no luck getting anyone else to make it out. Anyway back to when I was ten I remember my mother being confused and saying she doesn't remember that present, my aunt was none the wiser; nor my dad, uncle (aunt's husband, honestly think its creepy to call your aunt's husband uncle, or an uncle's wife aunt; but I don't think there is anything else to call them); or cousins. We "kids" had already exchanged presents at the start. I mostly got DVDs and video games, along with clothes. This looked like a typical clothes box only a little bigger; what was inside was a white blanket folded up neat. My mother eyeballed it and you could see her face turn a little pale. It was the blanket they found me in by the front door after I had gone missing four or five years earlier. This started up a whole conversation, no one could remember who wrapped the present, insisting its not the same blanket as that had been taken away by the police as evidence; for a case that was never solved and according to my mother she told them to keep it. In the end they insisted it was a bad joke by one of my cousins, neither of which would admit to it; but they were there at that family reunion playing hide and seek.

   This did get a quick conversation going about that and asking if I remembered, I pretty much played dumb to it; and in the end it was swept aside. I pocketed the tag and ended up just piling my other presents ontop of the blanket and putting it in my closet. Truth is, it was pretty small, soft as could be, but it at best could after how much I'd grown be used as a blanket for like a nightstand; they even joked it could be used for a little Christmas village to put on top of it; and yeah I think that is what I end up doing with it the next year. But in the mean time my mother put the small blanket in her bedroom closet despite it being for me; she had decided it wasn't a real present and I as a big boy had no use for a little blanket; I had to nod and agree, afraid I'd end up back seeing a therapist if I said no. That night however everyone woke up to my mother screaming; she said she had a nightmare. I wouldn't find out till I was 17 that she had a dream of (or claimed it was a dream) being paralyzed but awake in bed watching the little blanket fall off the dresser where she had folded it up and slide on its own across the floor to her bedroom door, her door open and she described the Faceless Woman perfectly (blamed the drawings I made), standing there, picking up the blanket and turning towards my bedroom door. That was when my mother "woke up" and screamed. The Faceless Woman she said vanished like a blink and the blanket was back on the dresser; or so she said. But to reiterate, I didn't know that for another seven years, and brought up at Christmas; at the time it was just my mother had a nightmare and pretty sure at the time said it was a nightmare about me going missing. She locked up the blanket in the christmas tote; like that same night, not even waiting to put other Christmas stuff away for another two weeks and put it out in the garage.

   Over the next few years there were a fair number of incidents, or sightings, but it had this sort of, odd feeling to it. I don't remember the exact order off the top of my head or the exact years but the majority of times it would be a case where I'd wake up in the middle of the night to hear humming and she'd be in the corner of my room like when I was six or so; or I'd wake up to the tv in my room being on and she'd be standing near the foot of my bed; and if not for her boobs I wouldn't know if/when she was turned towards the tv or me as her feet would be hidden from my view lying down by the length of my bed and like I said she was bald and had a soft pillow looking head and in low light hard to make out her chin; her arms were so long the length of the bed usually hid them too, except when she had them folded under her chest; but they were so long they stuck out weirdly. Other than those it would be a glimpse of red out of the corner of my eye, or getting up late and going to the kitchen for a snack and she'd be just barely visible if the moon was out, standing out past the backyard in the woods; same from my window at night. That said there was a sort of feeling to it like she was just checking in on me, she never did anything at those times but stand there, hum, or make a gesture; well except this one time I recal the neighbors' dog barking like crazy at our yard; pretty sure I was home alone; this would have only been like 10pm, weekend pretty sure; parents left me to fend for myelf; I am sure I was like 13 when this happened. Anyway I looked out the back door and she was standing right by the door, I wasn't in bed, so no excuse to myself I was half asleep. Where her face should be a shadow started to bleed through that slowly turned into black lips; like cartoon looking pouty lips if you know what I mean. She smiled and did the "shush" gesture with her long needle like index finger and faded away like a ghost just as I was hearing the neighbor coming outside and shouting. It wasn't long after that I think we stopped seeing his dogs outside and he put up the fence between the trees and his grass. I'm not dumb, I wouldn't mention it if I wasn't sure something else was going on, like maybe she was doing something there, messing with the neighbor or his dogs were bothering her. I don't know. But it felt like something was going down and she was just coming by our place to hang around. Thing is not long after that I saw less and less of her and then for several months nothing at all. Between 13 and 15 years old, I think maybe I got like four to six glimpses of her from a distance; no more in my room, turning on my tv, dogs barking and hanging out in the backyard experiences; just maybe a hint of red or white off in the trees.

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   2010, July. I was 15.

 Okay, before I go over that, some heads up. I never told my mother about ANY of those sightings between 10 and 15 years old. Although I think she might have had some herself, she never said if she did. But was keen on closing all the curtains to the backyard at night. Did not want to go out back at night for any reason; and my dad come to think of it started to park is car inside the garage for some reason, moved some totes to the basement, but didn't like going out there anyway late at night; and neither of them ever went into the basement at night. They never filled me in on their reasons, I just noticed those things. On this list I can add I had been forbidden for years to go out past the trees, pretty much ever since the incident when I was a little kid. But one day on the weekend when my parents were both out I got to thinking about the whole thing that happened when I was kid. At the age of 15 it may not seem as an adult like it all that long ago to be five or six, but when you are 15 it might as well have been a whole life time ago and been a whole other person as your world views and everything have changed dramatically since then. Just thinking of the things I saw when I was like 10-12 freaked me out, like I didn't know how I'd act now sort of feeling.

    Well weekend or not it was July and thus summer break from school. I had the house to myself, and I got to thinking about how I hadn't been in those woods since that one family reunion. But I knew from going to school up and down the road that these arn't "real woods". So I was wandering how I got lost. I went through the back yard and into the woods. Now I already went into great detail about this, and this was when I did that, when I mentally mapped out the woods. But being like three feet taller than when I was a kid, and at the age one of the older kids at the family reunion would have been I noticed a few important notes. One being I could now just step over the creek; even though time had passed the log was still there, it had been a really big tree and there was no way a 15 year old would not have seen some little kid's coats sticking out of there. But more importantly looking around, even in summer with leaves on the trees I could see straight through to the field and back to the house. There was no way I could have gotten lost. Even if I did mistake frost for snow, there is no way I thought this creek was a river, and I went looking for that bridge. I would have noticed running into the fence, so it had to be the other way; and like I said before, no wooden bridge, just the road. My only other thought was going up the road, but it was field up against the road clear to the next house some few hundred feet on our side of the road. So I snuck around into the other woods, and as I said, it curved, and eventually hit either field, a house, or the road. It didn't make any sense. It was like I had wandered into another world when I was a kid, and something had found me, taken me home, and stayed in our world; or maybe her world and outs arn't as far apart as we think.

   Can't think of anything around this time that is noteworthy and wouldn't just be conjecture; but just as a sort of funny note, I remember now while typing this when Coroline came out my mother hated it. The fact the Other Mother was pale white, could make webs, and had no eyes when the buttons came off; yeah I can see why; also the needle fingers, especially given my drawings as a kid. But, aside from that, they are very different. Honestly if Slenderman had been a thing in 1999 or 2000 I'd have believed little me had seen that and somehow mixed it with Jessica Rabbit, because it really is the closest thing. But I think I covered that already, typing while sleepy now. Putting this down and will continue tomorrow; besides next big thing is a real doozy.

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   So 2010 was just mentally mapping the forest, and 2011 was pretty much uneventful as far as the stuff about the Faceless Lady goes, personal life was more eventful but I'm not writing my autobiography here...maybe I sort of am, but really specifically focused. Although there was a brief spiking of seeing glimpses of her in the tree line after I explored the woods for a few weeks; and waking up one time hearing her humming at night, but I didn't see her that time. Yeah, the feeling she was checking in from time to time was something I was starting to notice around this age; with no idea what her end game was. Being a teenager though I will admit to having fantasies about her, hey, faceless or not she was curvy and stacked. But no, nothing like that happened; not even in dreams; which thinking of about it I did have one dream I vaguely remember where I approached her and she whispered, "soon", and that was the end of it.

   Well to change the subject nothing else happened until I was 17, this would be about 2013 I believe, and Halloween. By this time Slenderman was a thing and I was at a Halloween party...well...get together with some friends and we were telling stories of our personal experiences with ghosts as we were also watching the show (Ghost Hunters) and talking about doing that, checking out old places and using hand held cameras; one of my friends was even wanting to get a show going on youtube. Anyway we got to talking and I brought up when I got lost when I was little and some sightings, not in any great detail, definetly as great of detail as right now typing this; and for my efforts was laughed off as genderswapping Slenderman. Some google searches later, and they did find some other faceless ghosts. Something that was easier to look up in 2013 than now; I swear pop culture has made it really hard to find generic ghosts and monster stories of specific themes when those themes way too closely match a Creepypasta or an SCP fictional character (that second one more now, but in 2013 Slenderman made it harder than it needed to be to find other cases of ghosts and women with no faces sighted); which is what we as a group concluded, a ghost. I will mention I just said I saw it and passed out, not the other stuff; which by this time I was starting to think was more than a little strange and had a few Coroline vibes to it; and I already was being accused (lightly) of making up details to match Slenderman.

   We did decide we all wanted to try out ghost hunting, but everyone had other plans and saving money. It would be a while before we actually got that organized. Like next spring, no one really wanted to be outside looking for ghosts in the cold at night. As we weren't exactly a tv show on cable networks, its not like anyone would let us check out their haunted hotels, or houses; we'd have to track down an old cemetary with a legend, a cry baby bridge (lots of those), or find an abandoned property to sneak in to. In the mean time however the focus was on finishing school, and the holidays. Off the top of my head the only other thing of note around this time was in December near Christmas time, I was thinking about the Faceless Woman and the strange present no one could account for when I was ten years old. I don't know if this somehow summoned her or if it was just a dream but I could have sworn I woke up to the sound of her humming a christmas carol and the tv was on in my room playing an old Christmas special. I just rolled over and went back to sleep, either dreaming or too tired to care, as this was something that used to happen regularly.

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   Although we had talked about ghost hunting in October, we didn't get around to it till next May, I was 18, had my driver's license and was dating at the time. She was part of the friend group, so it was kind dating, kinda not, hard to describe but we were getting affectionate with one another. (Day's pause while typing to think what all I want to write here); so long short we did start in about May of 2014 that the seven of us got our shit together and decided to try Ghost Hunting. Now I could go on, and probably would have if I had kept going last night about each and every ghost hunt I could remember; as a point first one was a bust; it was a grave yard, and pretty much everything we caught on tape or thought we saw was likely either wind, animals, or someone or something in the distance. There was a main road to a city on one end of this pretty big cemetary. But that aside we had a bunch of these, we kept at it every other weekend roughly, a few EVPs, some flickering lights, some weird noises that were likely just stuff falling down as we walked around in old abandoned decaying houses. Anyway I had this all written out as an outline but; just today I was told as...well, I probably should have just told about the incident as a kid, off handedly mentioned many years of random glimpses without great detail and then got to bigger events more recently.

   But I feel I should at least mention what happened in September of that year; a buddy of mine, about a year older and already graduated from High School, the same one who wanted to do a youtube video suggested putting a trail cam in the woods behind my house while also attempting an EVP session/seance in my house. My parents were off on a trip together, and we stopped having the family reunion at our place several years earlier, just as a note; I don't know everything about that; my older cousins claimed everyone just found those woods creepy now; or some other family drama going on; but having it at a gazebo in the city park with a playground for the kids made more sense either way. Anyway, nothing came of the EVP sessions in the house, so skipping details of room by room dissapointments and joking around. The trail cam however was another story, while we were in the kitchen taking a break and having some pizza; as it had turned into a regular party by that point we heard the back door open and close and a thud sound. We ran to the door, half expecting an intruder, and there on the floor was the trail cam that had been left in the woods, strapped to a tree near what remained of the log (time takes its toll). Naturally we ran outside and my friend was shouting, we suspected someone was out there messing with us; shined flash lights through the woods.

    What happened next though, we ran into the woods and were looking around. Somehow this girl, one of my friends' girlfriend at the time, she had only been on two other ghost hunts with us, and was the type to never stop talking making it annoying to try and get an EVP...well somehow she vanished, like right behind a tree. We all freaked out, looking for a hole or something, a few minutes later we saw her running out from behind a different tree, screaming, and heading for the house. She was in a panic and took forever for my friend to calm her down. She wasn't making sense, said we dissappeared, as did the field, the house, and she claimed she ran into  a ten foot tall woman wearing a mask and a wedding dress holding a doll made of burlap with yarn haie the same size as her (the girl not the whatever she thought she saw) with black button eyes and sewing needles for teeth and fingernails. She screamed and ran and according to her could see the house but only between two trees, all others was just more forest.

   Suffice it to say they never came back to that house for a ghost hunting session; we never had another at my house anyway. Not that it mattered I'd only live there for like another year anyway. Its important to note, that girl never heard my story as a kid, unless my friend told her. But even if it was a joke, we all saw her walk behind a tree and not come back out and then just show up behind us. None of the rest of us vanished while looking for her there in that spot. She didn't want to recall any details but a quick question did reveal wherever she ended up wasn't cold like what I had experienced as a kid; but instead warmer. We did watch the trail cam; it was spooky, but something he wouldn't upload because he was afraid everyone would proclaim it a hoax...see too much or too much happens at once and no one believes it for some reason, like they think ghosts only do one little thing. Anyway, the trail cam was the type to take photos when something passed in front of it, it was ground, tree limb, tree limb, and so on, a series of shots implying it had been knocked to the ground and then dragged to the house, the only other shot was a white blur with a flash of red and what looked be a close up of my back door; like it went off when picked up and tossed.

  We had a few other ghost hunts after that, but nothing like that; that one friend and his girlfriend didn't join us on those though, and before long we just broke off doing ghost hunts save for one guy who made this at home reactions to scary videos thing; but that doesn't really count as ghost hunting I am thinking. We either ended up getting jobs or going to college. Which was a source of stress for me the whole year; with a big push being, I needed to either go to college or find a new place to live. I will spare the drama. But I ended up finding my own place in 2016 in June; so since I am doing this keeping track of years thing, I would be 20 at this time.

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   I ended up getting a house, which was surprisingly much cheaper than an apartment. Its a small house, last on its street..sort of; I'll explain in a moment. The house its self is small, you walk into a living room, which is seperated straight back from a dining room by this chest high banister and a bit of the hallway wall on the right sticking out a little. The kitchen is right there and a sliding glass door to a small back yard with a high wooden privacy fence nestle right up aginst like fifteen feet of trees before grass hill drop down to the river (a big river). To the right when you first enter the house is a wall where I put the big tv I bought with my couch across from it in this small living room opposite. Anyway there is a short hallway, one bathroom, two bedrooms; one of which I am using for storage; like I said, tiny house; especially compared to my parents' house. To give some idea of the area. If you were going north into the city you'd be on a big fourlane main road, two lanes going north, two south, on your left side of the road you'd see a few places like a gas station and a cheap motel going down hill off the road. This road is going up hill as it is going to a bridge over the river, which has those high grassy dirt hill sort of flood walls alot of rivers through smaller cities have out here. Just before that bridge, not "just before it" but a little ways back there would be a widing road to the right, there are like six houses right there whose backyards consist of privacy fences, tree line (alternating between like three trees deep, to no trees, with a big enough gag as three more houses move further back away from the hill to the river to have mini-woods. My house was the last one down that way. So I actually have to the right of my house a patch of woods that is between the river and the winding road, and pretty much just hugs the river till it turns for into the city and you get a cemetary and a bridge and whatever else up that way. Stick to the road however and after about fifty feet or so there is this huge lawn and just one three story house with two garages, a pond in the backyard; rocks along the turn into the road which i guess are warnings for cars that the road is curving there. There are other houses down that way, really spaced out, as this is what constitutes out in the country out here. So I am in that sort of, near but not really near other small houses and the no-man's land (really no one knows whose property those woods are as far as these houses go so assume its the city's property) till you get to the expensive we want to feel like we live out in the country but stay only five to ten minutes drive from Wal-mart and down town.

   A few months after I moved out I got a weird call from my mother asking if I could stop by and tell "the ghost" I moved out. According to her she'd been seeing the faceless woman in red; which as you'll recal when I was little she always said was my imagination and i even had to go to therapy. She was unaplogetic about that, but said the faceless woman in red was haunting my old room. They'd hear foot steps in there, hear humming, and see the faceless woman in red in reflections when she turned the lights off (like a horror movie). She told me it was getting more frequent and she was hearing whispers asking where I went...so in other words my mother was throwing me under the bus to try and get the ghost to leave her house. Again, I get the feeling she has had past experiences and even after THIS incident she refuses to talk about it, and blames her stress over everything like me being forced to move out (like she wasn't in agreement), my moving to a tiny house in a bad looking area, not going to college, ect.. I mean my job was part time retail. Pretty much all I could afford.

   The long short was, I did go out there, to the house I grew up in with a plan to make my mother happy. It was a typical visit home, talking about life and plans and my mother insisting I take a bunch of food home; other than the part where I wrote my address down on a piece of paper walked out into the woods and loudly announced I didn't live at the house anymore and had a new place and then more quietly said I was leaving my address under a rock. That I did at the start of the visit; my mother felt both relieved and bad; granted I didn't tell her I was also leaving behind my new address. She just wanted some peace of mind; apparently she also was planning if that didn't work to burn sage, incense, and a bunch of other stuff she was reading about online as weren't Catholic and she had no intention of having some priest come by her house. When I left however I found the baggy with the note I had inside, in my car; whose doors had been locked. The bag now had a strange floral scent to it. I think, baggy or not, whatever the Faceless Woman is, knew I was there and wasn't just some ghost haunting that patch of trees; and was able to follow me back to my house. Almost; because well...things started to happen around the neighborhood.

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   Between 2017 and 2018, between my 20th and 21st Birthdays; as time feels faster when your all grown up so its easier to lose track of it; not that 20 and 21 are as far removed from just a few years prior; but it felt like a life time apart. On my part it would only be conjecture as to what specifically happened to anyone else in the neighborhood; and what exactly I can attribute to the Faceless Woman or not I can't say in any great detail. I do know the neighbor closest to me one night came running from his house, screaming, and drove off in a rush. I never saw him again, but did see moving trucks coming by and getting stuff out of the house. No one ever moded back in and it has sat empty for a few years now and started to fall apart; broken windows and the lot. Thankfully the houses here arn't THAT close together, but it does look pretty bad. it was weird just how fast the backyard of that property got overgrown by trees. In a year or two it was like there was just a patch of trees seperating my house from the next two down with a house barely visible inside the overgrowth. The next house down had a for sale sign out in their yard for a while, but that could just be because that house was closer to their property than mine and made their house look so much worse. They moved out too. It was like this little stretch of houses was being picked off one by one.

  The house after that with the biggest gap to the six closer to the main road was owned by some old guy who seemed to barely ever be there anyway. But I didn't pay that close attention, and in just those few years didn't seem like anything changed. No, back around the time shortly after the moving van had come by and emptied out the house and the next neighbor's down had put out a for sale sign; maybe just before it, so this might be a factor; there had been further down the road at that first big three story house gun shots and the police coming down the road. This repeated several times that week. While I normally wouldn't pay that close attention to my neighbors it was noticable that there had been a family there before, and after that week or so it was just the one guy there, and groups of other people showing up, including what looked like a van full of guys in church robes and a priest. There were a few more incidents over several months; then you saw the for sale sign and no one home.

  Over the next year or so, so about the summer of 2019 when I would have been 22 years old; the area was so different. My house was practically isolated, two abandoned and ever increasingly run down properties condemned. One big property that apparently someone was paying to keep the grass mowed; I imagine the city to keep the property values up. I wouldn't be surprised if my neighbors who left had been paid to go...as I was seeing offers from some land developer who wanted to put some more big houses up closer along this side of the river to match the big houses on the other side of the river.

   *I waited a week before I started typing again, things happened, that...delayed me; I am writing all of this while things are going on, and asking around to remember details; but the last few days. Its like typing this has just...summoned her, she's voracious.*

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   Indeed it began those three years ago, when the neighbors nearest my home all began to disturb the peace at night and flee from their homes; I believe she was responsible. My evidence is that the largest of these homes, the three story property now sitting so alone; belongs to her.I don't know by what strange manipulation she took control of it, or what forces she commands. While she can speak, she rarely does so. While all of that was going on, she would visit me in dreams. At least I thought they were dreams. This is where things become weirdly sexual. See these were the kinds of dreams where you have sex but it doesn't feel like real sex. One of the earliest of these had been when I fell asleep with the tv on and awoke; or thought I had awoke to find her standing over my bed and saying, "Now, do you find me attractive?" I nodded my head and a weird below the surface "smile" formed, it was wide, and barely visible, spreading like a smiley face crescent. She climbed ontop of me and held my member with what felt like satin glove coverd yet also padded hands and guided me into her. I was paralyzed, but willing. It didn't feel like a vagina should feel. It was dry, rough, more like a sock full of fluff, like poking a hole in a pillow. Her legs also didn't feel right, I could tell there was no muscle or skin, she was like a pillow in the shape of a person, all fabric. She didn't make any noise as she rode me, and I didn't last long; that roughness did it, that fabric texture just did something to the head of my penis that sent me over the edge quickly. But for her, I couldn't tell if this even did anything for her, she made no sound and she had no moisture to her.

   On other nights I'd have this "dream" and it was more surreal, as she'd ask that same question, "Do you find me attractive?" with the same pitch and tone, like she recorded it and was playing it back. I'd sit up on the edge of the bed, like was was comanding my body and she lean down to my crotch; yes a blowjob; but a blowjob from a woman with no mouth. Sometimes those thick black stitched on looking lips would appear, other times that shadow beneath the fabric that is her face; in either case I'd never see what hole I was entering as she lowered her big soft head into my lap. It felt, like a blow up doll only made of cloth. Yes I've gotten lonely okay and had one back in the day I ordered online; it had been a huge gamble as I still lived at home; but ship to store for the local sex store was a thing; but I digress. There was no tongue, I didn't feel teeth; I know she has them though; not normal ones though; and again, no moisture. There was suction though and she was able to wrape her mouth insanely tight around me...my penis...I never lasted long with her; but that weirdly felt like what she was after.

   These "dreams" always came across as dreams as when she was done I'd immediatly black out and when I came to it would be morning or I'd be in bed. In all these sessions I noted how soft she felt, even her head was like foam as I felt it in my lap. This is where I had intended this story to end, growing up with weird experiences, culminating in succubus like experiences but. As I was typing this out, last week something happened. Something I at first thought was the end of me. I heard her humming, something that would wake me up, or start the dream, and she'd be there standing at the corner of the room, approach and aske if I find her attractive then do something sexual to me. This time however she didn't speak and walked to the foot of my bed; the black shadow of a smile formed and grew darker than usual till it looked like a cresent shape slice had been taken out of her face, she dropped her dress to fully reveal her curvy, busty naked body. It was like one of those pure white mannequins only soft, no belly button, no nipples. I expected her to climb onto the bed, and onto me. She did climb onto the bed, but in a very different manner. Her head stretched as she crawled and I saw my feet vanish into her mouth. She made her way slowly, I felt rows of soft spongy cones against my skin, like those squishy stress ball toys, they didn't hurt, but as I couldn't move I could only watch as she made her way over the bed, and felt my feet and legs sliding down and being massaged by rolling fabric sheet muscles pushing gently down. Her long fingered hands held my buttocks and lower back as I watched her whole head deform to the sides, stretching like elastic bands and sheets as my waist made its way into her mouth. She her tiny soft cone teeth were pressed into my abdomen and my legs firmly held inside what felt like a warm blanket she grabbed my arms and folded them onto my chest. She seemed to be smiled as she hefted me up like I didn't weigh anything and sat up on my bed. I could see her chest was expanded out, stretching with my hips in there, not as much as one might think; as while I may have neglected to repeat it I did mention she wasn't exactly small. Indeed as an adult seeing her she is easily almost seven feet tall. Anyway as she held she opened her mouth wider and I felt several "gulps" bringing me down till me arms were pinned inside her velvet throat. She actually put her hand on my head and gently pushed as I was pushed/pulled down into what I could assume was her stomach. It was soft, warm, and dry. I could even make out some light from the outside. She seemed to expand a little giving me a little more space, but not much more, I was still stuck wth my legs up to my chest and could barely stretch my arms. Suddenly she heaved back and I tumbled a bit inside her. She was clearly lying down, on my bed and I felt some pushing on her stomach like her hand moving over her belly.

   It occured to me, maybe not in that moment but later, that I had while searching for porn online, stumbled upon vore and did masturbate to some of the bulging belly ones, nothing that looked fatal; an instant turn off; its not sexual at that point just predatory. With just the belly it was like S&M on a supernatural scale. I think, she may have seen me and got an idea. Although it does remind me of when I was little...and if she could choose to make this...I don't want to think about my life being spared by something that ate me and changed their mind about absorbing me...yes I read about the Mu-onna while researching this; if she wore a wig she'd be a dead ringer for some of these things. Anyway as I am typing this its obvious I didn't die. Instead I fell asleep inside her as she hummed and massaged her belly. I woke up to find myself in bed. This actually repeated over four nights, with some of them her performing oral on me first.

  However just this last time however I wasn't just in there overnight. It lasted a long time. I felt her walking, vibrating like riding in a car, other voices of women talking I couldn't make out muffled through her foam and fabric stuffing body. At one point she was sitting down and something fell into her stomach, I felt it, it was those squishy toy foods, she was...eating...there was no digestive fluids, and these things weren't being absorbed anymore than I was. It was like pretending. It gets weirder as one point I felt her lie back and she was moaning as her body was rocking bac and forth in a familiar rythmic fashion. I was trapped inside her while she was fucking someone, something, the other voice sounded feminine as well and could feel hands massaging her stomach. Nothing was ever visible to me just to point that out. Even though I could feel she had no bones or other organs, the extended stomach I was in was a self contained blanket wrap; also I was in no hurry to try feeling around to see if I could find the penis. I was not really so much part of this "threesome" as I was a passenger for the ride. To be clear despite this moment, and let's be frank its not like strapons or fingers...which their's are long...don't exist; I do know this other thing was at least feminine.

   I know because of something freaky...freakier that happened. She stood up and I felt this other being press her body up against the Faceless Woman and suddenly I was being pulled up through the chest and throat. I could see a ring of light, the two of them had their mouth holes open wide and connected, with no tongues this was a strange open mouth kiss. I was being pulled by what felt like an invisible force not just suction through the mouth and into this other mouth which by what little light I could see was more like a shadow person, or jet black cloth; but otherwise felt the same. The two of them engaged in a tug of war with me, stopping with me halfway down both throats my head in that much warmer black fabric body. By the sounds and movements the two of them were fooling around, excited by this play, but when I fel a slight tug forward there was a sudden yank backwards; I barely glimpsed that this other being was a slim more ovoid headed black fabric with red thick lipstick lips and wearing some huge red lacey with flowers here and there hat. This wasn't the end of it and I could feel the two of them moving here and there and forward and back  One moment the some of the squishy foods vanished down a hole below me while it felt she was in a sitting position and could hear suction down that way. I spread my legs and secured myself, I was not about to be tug of warred like that. After what felt like...and might have been, hours, they stopped. Not long after more walking, vibrations of being in a vehicle, sounds of doors, walking that had to be going upstairs and she fell backwards onto a soft surface. Just then a sealed up gatorade bottle fell on my head. Apparently she swallowed that for me. I drank it, not sure of my future; and eventually fell asleep.

   When I woke up I was in a strange bed in a very well decorated room; I suspected some other world, Coroline, abducted by demons and taken to Hell, surprise but; when I went to the window I could see my house down the road. I was in the house down the street, the three story house. I was also naked and presumably in a stranger's house. I heard humming downstairs and the smells of bacon, eggs, and waffles. I went downstairs to find the Faceless Woman, naked save for an apron cooking breakfast, which given I assumed her body was cloth was unusual in several ways. This was beyond surreal given everything in my life. I ate the food and she handed me clothes, my clothes. Also my car was parked outside. Another surprise was realizing my stuff was also in this house, mixed in with "her stuff", she pulled me by my arm to a room that was my room. I tried to ask questions but she wasn't talking. I know she can talk, but maybe the words I thought were muffled was just because they were speaking some other language..."they"...remembering the other entity.

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  OKay I need to stop postponing posting this, been like five months since I started, between getting new information, looking stuff up, and new stuff happening my "spooky things that happened to me" with new daily updates is turning into Monster Musume. Seriously, I MET the other one...had a threesome last night with the two of them and we shared the same bed...and they are really into vore play. Even incorporating fake foods; and I've now met the things my friend's girl friend described...I...they genuinly terrify me though, they are not as soft and cuddly as the Faceless Woman and her friend...um...the other Faceless Woman....Faceless Women; in any case. I think I should stop reporting my personal life; this whole exercise has taken a very unexpected turn; guess writing about them really did get her attention, and maybe she watched over me, but now...well; you read it. Believe it or not. But I now live in a big fancy house that is owned by two faceless entities "somehow"; although I don't think anyone else can see them, or at least can see them how I see them; its really confusing. But I'm not about to question it, at least they arn't ten feet tall with knife fingers or have button eyes and sewing needles for teeth. As far as supernatural life long encounters go; I hit the jack pot.