The Face-Eating Woman
June, third calendar day. I see a figure, a dark slim figure of a lady, wandering in the night. She looks drunk, maybe she was partying? I don’t know, the way she’s walking reminds me of a zombie. By the way, I don’t believe in paranormal.
I walk over, asking her if she needs help or anything. I don’t want to see a news about a dead young lady in tomorrow’s newspaper. That’d make me feel horrible since I could’ve prevented it.
“Hey, need help?”
The young lady turns to look me in the eyes. Yep, she ain’t a zombie, just a regular hu—wait, I think there’s mud on her face. Nevermind that, she might have just stumbled face-first.
“Huh?” The young lady snorts.
“Need help?” I repeat myself.
The young lady doesn’t seem to care. “No.” She starts walking away slowly.
“You look drunk.”
She stops, turning around. “Yes, I’m drunk.” I still can’t see her face properly, it’s too dark and the streetlight that should light this spot is broken.
“Should I walk you home?”
The young lady snorts again. Is that a bad habit of hers? “What home? I have none.”
“Are you a beggar, then? How did you get drunk?”
“Listen,” the lady begins, “I like you. You saw my face but you aren’t running away. Interesting. But it doesn’t change the fact that you are a meal.”
Huh? What is she saying? “Excuse me?”
“I think I should walk you somewhere, so tell me where you were partying. I’ll take you there.” And I’m thinking of calling some doctor if she keeps blabbering nonsense like that.
“You see, I had a blast, but it wasn’t because of a party. I’ve been alone for quite a long period now. I’m just looking for something to eat, tee-hee.”
“Food? Should I treat you to a burger?”
“Yuck!” The young lady almost throws up, or at least it seems so. “Don’t wanna.”
“Are you sure? I don’t think I should just leave you here like this.”
“Aish, if you really need to satisfy your sense of justice, then see that corner over there? There’s someone who might need your help.” She points at a corner of a brick house some dozens of meters away.
I start walking there at once, fearing that someone might be hurt. Thankfully, that corner is lighted by the streetlight so I can see the person she was talking about. There is a man sitting over there like he was unconscious. He must be hurt somehow.
“Hey, you okay?” I ask in case he happens to be conscious.
The man doesn’t respond. I take a closer look at his face—what the hell!? “Holy…!”
That man has no face. It’s like his face was peeled carefully with a sharp and long blade.
“He tasted good.” Someone whispers in my ear.
Startled, I turn around. “What happened to him!?”
“I ate his face.” The young lady’s smile conveys her thoughts. She really means it. Wait, now I can see her face. It wasn’t mud, it just looked like mud in dark.
“Your… face! You—! You really ate him!?” Her mouth is bloodied, and beneath that blood, a beautiful smile tries to tell me that it’s okay and that I shouldn’t worry.
“I wonder how do you taste.” Her smile is truly beautiful.
June, third calendar day. I’m walking home from the part-time job like every day. I’m walking fast as it’s already late and strange people tend to come out at this hour. I don’t want to meet anyone like that.
I’m taking a different route today, one that I seldom take unless I have no other choice. I wouldn’t say it’s my only option, it’s just that my instinct tells me to. This route takes me through a park which I seldom visit.
Not a single streetlight was ever built here, so I’m walking in the complete dark. I’m not afraid of the dark, but I prefer light, of course, I’m not a bat, after all. As my night vision is getting better—
—a figure of a lady shows up from the side of the path.
“W-who?” For some reason, my heart pounds crazy. Strange, I don’t remember being afraid of anything in my life. Even near-death situations haven’t made my heart pounding in fear.
“Did you forget me? Tee-hee”
“Honestly speaking, I don’t remember meeting a lady recently.”
“How nice of you, calling me a lady.”
“Are you not?”
“I suppose I am, heh.”
She walks toward me. I can’t see her face or even distinguish her clothes. I can just see a figure coming at me, should I run?
“W-why are you acting like that?”
The single statement she says aloud is the last thing I can hear. “I’m hungry.”
June, third calendar day. I just exited my part-time job building. My heart is pounding with terror as I look around me. This street is lighted, but when I look in my apartment’s direction from this hill where the store is located, I can see dark alleys, paths, and streets. For some reason all that darkness makes me want to work until daybreak.
I can’t act like this, I need to go home. Sleeping outside is a no go, it’ll become a bad habit. Anyway, I need to prepare for tomorrow’s school day. Damn it, what’s wrong with me?
I decide to walk a path I have never even considered taking, one that has streetlights all the way until home.
June, third calendar day. I’m going crazy. I’m begging my boss to let me sleep in the store. He won’t let me, though. I feel like committing a suicide, that’s just how much I’m afraid of the dark now. I don’t understand…!
June, third calendar day. I feel like I’ve experienced something horrifying but I can’t remember what. I called a taxi to get me home today. I ask the driver to drive safely, for I feel like something bad is going to happen.
Once at my doorstep, I pay the driver and hurry inside before I go nuts. I’m living on the second floor, so I run up the stairs faster than I ever have. I look for the keys as I run, and once at the door, I open the door with lightning fast moves and lock the door behind me.
I put the lights on and leave my things on the floor. I’m going to shower a bit before sleep. I remove my clothes, entering the shower. I wonder why I feel so terrified. Did something happen that I don’t remember? Strange…
“It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it?”
I can feel every hair on my body straighten up, a chill running down my spine. I definitely heard someone. I was just imagining things, right? Right?
“You know, your taste is top tier, but not the best.”
I turn around, and a young lady stands there. I’m startled. And don’t even get me started as to why that is.
“Who the hell are you!?”
“Me? I’m 1/2×1/4-81. The answer is my name.”
“I’m not good at math—no wait, that doesn’t matter, how did you get in here? Why are you here?”
The young lady smiles beautifully. “I’m here to consult you. It’s troubling if you’re trying to avoid me like that, so I decided to help you feel at ease a little so that you’ll behave like a good obedient boy. Got it?”
“That makes no sense.” I grab my towel and tie it around my waist.
“In what way?”
“You see, you’re my prey. I live by eating you.”
“For some reason, that seduction sounds scary.”
“I’m not seducing. I’m talking the truth. I’ve eaten your face 25 times now.”
My head is aching for some reason. “That makes no sense. Tell me, how did you get here!”
“Stand still and stare me.”
“Just do it.”
I suppose it won’t hurt, so I look at her, waiting for her to do something.
“Do you see me?” She asks. However, the voice is coming from behind me, like she was whispering in my ear from behind. And then I realize it, she isn’t standing in front of me anymore, but somehow she’d appeared behind me. I don’t get it, I’m nuts.
I turn around to see her. Not only did she appear behind me, she also changed her clothes in that fraction of a second.
“Wait, why a white gown?” That dark long loose hair combined with a white gown, if she hadn’t chosen her words so poorly I’d be excited.
Once again, she smiles beautifully. It’s like she was happy, genuinely. I wonder, what’s the meaning behind that smile? I can’t tell, and it’s not because I don’t understand women. It’s just that, her aura, I don’t know, it’s impossible to guess what she has in her mind. As a side note, it should be mentioned that I’m majoring in psychology.
“Why a gown, you ask? Does it bother you?”
I don’t know, I’m troubled. She doesn’t seem to be seducing me, of that I’m certain. There has to be some other meaning behind her actions.
“If you can just appear as you like, I recommend that you disappear before I call the police.”
“You won’t succeed.”
“How do you know?”
“You can try.” She sure knows how to talk.
Just out of curiosity, I try to ignore her and see how she behaves then. So far I’ve got the idea that she wants to draw attention, which means that ignoring her may cause her to behave differently.
I walk over to my bed while grabbing boxers from the cabinet. She saw me already so I don’t care if she sees me for two seconds more. Also, this is part of my plan to test whether she hates being ignored or not. I throw myself onto the bed, closing my eyes to see if I can get some sleep.
“You won’t sleep this night.”
“If you do fall asleep, I might have a snack.”
Suddenly, I remember something. “Oh, right, teeth! Need to brush them.” I don’t even glance at her, I just hurry to brush my teeth so that I can sleep.
She follows me around in my apartment. What are you, a shark? And am I the boat? Nevermind, I’ll just brush my teeth and be done with this.
“You know, I’m starting to feel hungry.”
After a moment of silence, I feel something sharp sinking into my right shoulder. I wail softly, then I turn around to see the culprit. Again, she smiles beautifully, her fingernail pressed into my flesh.
“Then stop ignoring me.”
“Sheesh, that wound must be treated.”
She leaves me alone for a moment as I tend to my wound she caused. Once I have it patched up, I return to bed, only to find that damn lady sitting on my bed with that gown, moonlight unveiling her in the dark of night.
“Should I help you get some sleep?” She asks, now with a mischievous smile. No matter how I look at it, she isn’t seducing me, not even with that smile of hers.
“I can sleep well enough alone, thanks.”
I walk over to the bed, looking down on her who is lower than me now that she sits on the bed, and in turn, she’s looking up to me. The shadow caused by the moonlight reflects the two us on a blank wall of my apartment. As I stroke her chin for some unknown reason I can’t comprehend, her shadow turns into a huge monster that is about to swallow my shadow whole.
“What are you?” I ask.