Hours had passed before Jonathan awoke. He was tied to a chair in a dark sterile room. The smell that filled the air was like the air in a hospital on a busy day. There was also some stuffiness to it, much like dust had filled up the room with no ventilation. The rope around his hands wasn't tight, much like it had been purposely tied so that he could easily free himself. He removed the rope then searched for his phone in his pocket only to remember that he had left it in the car to charge earlier after he had checked for some signal. He walked around the room with his arms out attempting to feel any object or wall he'd touch. After a bit of searching he finally felt a wall and begun to walk around circling the room while holding onto to it. He kept walking for a bit before eventually he felt the light switch.
"Wow, that took you long enough" a voice said from behind causing Jonathan to jump back in fright. There was a 9ft tall man standing right in front of him, a familiar scene with the darkness that filled the man. He didn't quite have a face, he looked rather disfigured, his eyes missing from his face and the non-existence of his nose making you question how he could breathe. He didn't really have any facial features, his head was like a fresh hard egg with no ears to identify him as a human. But creepily enough, he had a wide smile on his face, much like a grin. The type you can even see in a dark room. But it wasn't a steady smile, even with no facial expressions it looked quite forced. His upper lip twitched a bit as he stared at Jonathan who at the time was clutching to the wall behind him for dear life.
"I'm a bit disappointed...You're trapped in a bubble"
"what?"
"I think I'm gonna have to pop that bubble"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
"A man-made monster, an entity born from the fears of the little lives that met horror for the very first time. I'm the little tingle that you feel touch your feet in the middle of the night. I am the quiet man that stands from afar your bed in the darkness of your room. I am the very image that keeps you up at night. I know you very well Jonathan...I hope you missed me too"
"Do you talk a lot because that's the only feature on your face?"
The man's smile faltered a bit before an even bigger and wider grin formed on his face. His upper lip twitched as it grew even more wider. "You're just like your mother Jonathan...that's why i cut her legs off." He then rotated his head in a 260° angle and paused for a bit staring at something before hitting a full 360° angle back to face Jonathan.
"If you don't mind I'm gonna run now" Jonathan said flipping the switch and running towards the door. He ran straight for the door and hit his head against it and fell back, he had forgotten the part where this wasn't some kind of action movie. The man burst out in laughter bending over his face to see him clearly, it was very dark but he could somehow see the little expressions Jonathan made as he groaned in pain.
"I have a face of death, sculpted by the devil himself, but my don't hurt my feelings, you really don't want to see me with a frown" he said sitting on top of Jonathan, "I'd drag you, but I don't currently have my fingers" he followed up as Jonathan groaned in more pain. He just had a really eerie appearance. It was like a mix of a disturbed toddlers drawing with some bits from sn isolated horror enthusiast.
"I think I finally remember..."