The White Face

He will hear one of the creepiest cases of an apparition that follows Christian. And he wasn't the only one. Paranormal entities had followed him throughout his life, starting at a very early age, but there was one thing in particular, a face that he would often see. My name is Edwin and here is Christian. It's true scary story. Early two thousands, Orlando, Florida. I'm three or four around this time. This is the first memories that I can think of. They are terrifying. I remember sitting on the corner of my mother's bed. Had this really big glass TV, one of those clunky old ones that you just hated to look at because you knew they were going to be heavy. I remember just looking into the TV screen. It was off in the reflection, I saw hundreds of people looking back at me. These people had a ghostly, pale look to them. I remember just staring and seeing rows and rows of what seemed like dead people. Fast forward, same house. I was in my mom's bedroom again, this time much later at night. My mom and my dad were in the living room at the time watching TV. I remember running out to them, but in the strangest way. When I looked up at the ceiling, there was a night light. It wasn't completely dark. This night light somehow dominated the shadow of what seemed like crash bandicoot. When I looked at the ceiling, it had this moniacal laugh to it. I didn't hear it, but you could see he turns his head up and almost makes like a laughing motion. It was really really strange. Fast forward a couple of years from that. The very next place we lived in it was my stepdad's house in Miami, Florida. My stepdad's father would perform some kind of breuharia in that house and sacrifice an animal or more than one outside, something crazy. The first thing I remember happening in that house, I'm again five or six years old. Across from the bunk bed was the door to the room. Directly next to the door frame facing the bunk bed was a mirror, one of those stand up mirrors. Late at night, I'm laying down, the bed starts shaking. It wasn't like a light shake. It felt like two grown men were on either side of this metal framed bunk bed, going back and forth trying to break it. I remember feeling like I was going to follow out. Then I did the stupid thing of looking in the mirror. When I looked in the mirror, I could see the top bunk. There was this red hue, a deep dark red that enveloped the room. On the top bunk of the bed was this shadow figure. There were no discernible features. It was void of light. I don't even like to call it a shadow. It was more than that. I remember seeing it hunched over with its fist in between its legs, like an ape like stance. The most problem feature on this thing was the horns on its head. They were not small horns. They were large, almost wrapped around its head. It looked like Loki's helmet from the MCU, exactly like that. It curved a little bit more. I could see it on the top bunk, shaken the bed. I was terrified. I shut my eyes, covered myself with the blanket. My two brothers lived with us at the time, and they weren't there. It was just me. I used other pillows. To this day, I still sleep with upwards of ten or more pillows on my bed. I don't remember sinking anything of it until the next morning. I remember being at my OTA's house. We were out on the front porch. She lived on the same street as us. I remember thinking on her porch, that was a really weird experience. I didn't say anything about it to anyone for years. In that same house was my scariest experience, the one that really really messed me up. Senior year, I was living with my brother. I love my brother Justin, but he's not emotional. We're sitting down on the couch together. We're talking. I'm telling him what I told you about the bunk bed. This guy starts crying. I've never seen Justin cry before. Never, He says, Remember the house No Orlando we lived in, on that same bunk bed, I saw this same exact thing, The same exact thing happened to me years before it happened to you. My heart dropped. I realized just how real this was. It was following my family. There was the same exact setup for him. There was a doorframe. To the right of the door was a stand up mirror. Across from the doorframe, the same exact bunk bed where it happened to me in Miami, except this is in a location hours away from that place, on that same bunk bed, he said, the bed started shaking. He looked in the mirror and there it was on the top bunk, hunched over, shaking the bed. He screamed for my sister, and my sister had come out to check on him. She didn't see anything. Five six years old, same house. I was climbing the pantry closet. There were these shelves with product on it. At the very top there was an empty shelf right underneath the doorframe. There was enough space above the shelf and below the doorframe that you could fit your head in. There wasn't anything in there because it was so tall. Remember climbing in. I don't know why I was climbing it. When I reached to the top, something appeared. It emerged from that space. It lunched out at me and stopped right before it touched my face. I wish I could forget. It was a white, pale face. It looked as if it had a mask, kind of like darkness falls. There were no features for the nose or the mouth. It looked like a white porcelain mask. The eyes, though, are what scares me to this day. It was almost circular. It wasn't human. There was nothing behind them. It was a lack of light, void of anything behind it. There was this emptiness. After it lunched out at me, I jumped down. I didn't look back up, and I can't remember exactly what I did after that. I jumped down and that was it. My mom would tell me that she remembers seeing this shadow figure walk between the door of my sister's room, my room, and then my older brother's room when the door was open. When she laid down, she could look out her doorway into our hallway late at night, there would be the shadow figure that would walk to our doors and looked like it was creating some sort of symbol on the door. I never saw that. I don't think anybody else did, but I know my mom wouldn't say this stuff for no reason. In that same house, my stepdad and his family always claimed to hear things, kitchen dishes rattling, but again, no, no one saw this white face. A couple of years ago, my stepdad was working on that same house. I remember asking him, I saw some weird stuff in your house. Did you ever see it too? Did anybody in your family see it? He said, no, we just heard the stuff in the kitchen that was really strange to me. I figured at least one person would see it. I was hoping. Anyways, as far as that house goes, that's all I can recall. Fast forward another couple of years, We're living in a house in Perry, Georgia. I loved playing in the bath I loved my legos. Here I am it's just me only with my legos in the tub. I looked up for some reason, I notice in the exhaust fan there seems to be what looks like that face looking back at me. My brain is telling me that's not that face, but my eyes did not leave it for a second. I couldn't look away. Then my older brother, Justin opens the door to the bathroom. I cannot describe to you the fear that struck me in that moment when he walked in. Again, before he even passed the threshold, I was able to confirm that it was that face. The eyes on the face locked in on Justin the very second he walked into that bathroom. But the speed that I still can't to this day, I have not been able to find words to describe it. It was instantaneous. They logged on Justin. He walked from the right to the left towards the sink. They did not detached from him. They followed him. I remember looking at Justin and screaming it do not leave this bathroom without me. I got up, butt naked, wet as a dog. I run out that bathroom. I had to get out. No one else saw this face in that house either. This entity, whatever it was, makes a reappearance, but this time in the basement. The rest of Christian's story is coming up right after this stay with us. The next time there was any mention of it was a few years later, a sophomore year in high school. We're living in New Taswell, Tennessee. I wanted the basement to myself. The thing about this basement was there were a lot of open doorways and no doors. It was a very open room. On the opposite end of the basement door was the stairs that led to the first floor. On either side of the bottom of the steps were these two rooms. The one to the left looking up the stairs was this room my mom used as a closet. It was pretty dark most of the time. I never had to go in. It didn't have a door, so it was just this empty doorframe. There was no curtain in front of it. Looking back, I really wish there was. I remember always having a feeling. I was always scared. There was this neighbor of mine, a friend from high school. There was one day he was coming over. It was a little bit later at night, eight or nine pm. He was coming in through the basement door. I opened the doorfrom before he even gets in, he starts freaking out. Immediately I knew. I was like, what are you freaking out about? And he's like, who is in that closet? I'm like, what are you talking about? It's just me down here. He goes there was a white face looking back at me from the closet. My heart dropped. The closet is right next to my bed, and when I lay down at night, I could see into the closet. I didn't see anything. I always had this feeling. It never to this day has gone away. When he told me the details on this face, I was like, what did it look like? Exactly? It's a white face with black eyes. That was it. It looked back at me, then it darted back into the room. It was looking back at him. He did not talk to me again. I reached out help to him in hopes that he would tell me again what he saw Exactly after that night, after he left, I took everything of mine that I could, and I started sleeping upstairs. That was the last time I recall ever having any mention of that face. There has not been a single day in my life that I don't expect to see it somewhere. Every time I open a pantry, closet, or any closet for that matter, every single time I get this feeling, this dread, I feel like I'm going to see it again. A couple of years, I was around twenty three. I was laying back to back with my ex wife here in the house in Knoxville, Tennessee. My ex wife, she's not a religious person. She doesn't believe any of the stories, or she didn't at this point. One night we're laying back to back. She just flies right off the handle and she's like, stop touching my face. She's like, really upset. I'm confused. Halfway asleep, I'm like, what are you talking about? Our bags are touching. There's no way I'm touching your face. You would feel me moving. She said, you're poking my face like that was not me, sweetheart. I am not touching you right now. Told her it's that thing. She got really scared and moved closer to me. We really didn't talk about it until my daughter told me she was hearing voices under her bed. She's only five. Now, this was a couple of years ago. I went and checked. I never heard them, nah, asked her, are you sure you've heard stuff? She was like, yeah, I'll be I heard somebody talking. As far back as I can remember, back to maybe ten years old, I was in my aunt's house in Palm Beach, Florida. I would be half as sleep, half awake. I would always hear knocking every house that I've been in, even the house i'm at now. One time was a little bit different than most. I was laying in bed in my aunt's house in Palm Beach, and almost like a clock, my body was spun around. While I was in this sleep state, my head went from the top of the bed to the bottom and back around to the top. At this point in my life, twenty five years old now, I've been trying to figure it out. I asked my family all types of questions. I would ask them, Hey, what did you see? Did you see this? What happened here. We were all around the same area. We're very close. I remember asking my sister Melissa, Hey, do you remember anything happening that was strange? She said there was only one house where she saw some weird stuff happen, the first house we had in Georgia. A lot of my family members were staying there at the time, my Ta Grisel, there, two kids, my two cousins, Michelle and Cassandra, my sister Melissa, her girlfriend Leanne, my family, my mom, my little sister, my little brother, and my older brother. She said she would see my little sister on Alise walking around in a trance like state in the middle of the night. Before she saw that she would always see some weird shadow, like an orb. One night, her and Leanne watched on Aalise walk into a corner outside their room. There was only a night light, it wasn't that illuminated. She would walk to a dark corner and just stand there. She started calling out to her, she didn't respond. A couple of years ago, I asked Donalise about the situation. She didn't remember being in the trans like state, but she did tell me there was an experience. The only ones she could remember having she was having this dream, my little brother, Keanu was in the bathroom. In the dream, she saw Keanu trying to get out of the bathroom. He was really trying to get out at the door. There was something staring back at him in the mirror with green glowing eyes. She woke up from this dream and Keano was really in the bathroom at that moment, trying to get out. He recalls seeing those green eyes in the mirror. The lights had cut off. He was in there in the dark, trying to get out of this locked bathroom. She said that that was really happening. I go to Kiano too, I say, hey, keep my soul, what happened in there? He told me, yeah, man, something was looking back at me. He doesn't remember anything else. I continued to ask everyone. I got to my mom. She said that when she was a really young kid, her and my other aunt, they were playing with a Ouiji Ward. This is upstate, New York. They've only been in America for a couple of years at this point. They were trying to have some fun, But little did they know they would change the trajectory of their lives forever. Because they were playing with that wigipoard. My mom said, the bed started levitating. All the kids ran out. Mile Weelo did not play about that stuff. Neither did Milewta. They took that Wiji board and threw it out. They ever said bye. There were kids. They didn't know what they were messing with. I think that what's been going on since I was a kid to my entire family happened because of them playing with that wigipord. A few years later, after the wigiboard thing, her my Auelo Lauela and her siblings moved to this townhouse in Miami, Florida. Again. She was laying with my aunt in bed. It was really late at night. Something walked in the room that was completely cloaked in black. It had a white face in black eyes. And this is the only other time I've ever heard of somebody's his face. It walked in and started tearing at the blanket, trying to rip it off of them. My aunt and my mom started screaming. This is the townhouse. Neighbors would have heard. My Olo and Oela would have heard. Nobody came, Nobody was checking nothing. The room was isolated. Sound didn't escape. It went on for a couple of minutes. Then it stopped. I heard this story really young. I just never thought about it to this day. I still I have to sleep with the blanket tucked under my feet. I sleep with ten pillows around my head. I've got a blanket wrapped around me, and I sleep as if at any given moment something might try to grab me. Sleep does not come easy for me. If you like these stories, share them with someone that might like them too. They can send them to true scarystory dot com, where they can see all of the episodes and listen wherever they want. If you have a story, you can also submit it on our website. Just click the button that says that you have a story over on true scarystory dot com. Remember to follow our new accounts on TikTok and Instagram at scary dot fm, and if you want to get in touch with me, I'll leave my contact information in the description of this episode. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary everyone, See you soon.