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The Pale Face



Estimated reading time — 4 minutes

God, I need to get this down. I need this knowledge out of my head.

I’m being, what’s the word to use? Haunted? By a being. A horrid aberration. I can only call it pale face.

I remember the first time I saw it. I was twelve, taking a leak at the urinal of the hotel I was staying at with family. I noticed a flash of movement in the corner of my eye, though I dismissed it as nothing as it had been happening a lot lately. I went to wash my hands, and as I was about to turn on the tap, I saw it. Stood not more than a foot behind me, reflected in the mirror.

A humanoid creature, roughly five and a half feet tall, completely naked, covered in oily skin. Its fingers were elongated, impossibly bony. The whole thing looked as if it had never eaten; its chest was a harsh relief of ribs, made to look all the sicklier by the fluorescent light. It wasn’t breathing, either.

That is not what scared me though. Its face. A perfectly smooth oval shape, seemingly much too large and heavy for its scrawny neck, with two impossibly deep holes of blackness where one would expect to find eyes. It stared at me. It didn’t move; no single muscle twitched. It simply stood there, those jet pits boring into me for what felt like hours.

After what felt like an eternity, I realised my legs had unlocked and I bolted for the door too terrified to scream. I ignored my room, running in a child-like panic to my parent’s room a few doors down. I brought my fist down again and again on the door, desperate to raise my family. As I finally heard the door unlock I risked a single glance down the corridor from which I came. It was there. It stood completely still, eyes fixed on me, oily feet staining a brown smudge onto the carpet. I barged past my father as he swung the door inwards, diving onto the sofa and throwing myself face down onto the cushion. My father turned from the door, asking me what I was doing as he let the door close behind him. I could only respond with wide-eyed terror as I saw it in the doorway, both of those pit-like eyes on me until the door obstructed it from my vision.

Rest did not find me that night. After an hour or two of restless tossing and turning, I awoke to see it stood at the foot of the sofa. I stared back at it, too afraid to look away; its gaze was almost mesmerising, it made me feel empty, completely devoid of humanity, nothing but a consciousness stripped bare. I know not how long I kept this, as at some point my body had given up and lapsed back into sleep, and I was greeted by the warm sunlight of morning streaming through the room’s blinds.

I was not sad to be leaving the hotel that morning.

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However, the pale face had not finished with me. I began to see it everywhere I went, each time preceded by catching a glimpse of some formless shape at the very edge of my vision. I would see it curled at the end of my bed upon waking, stood in a doorway as I walked to school, stood in my locker, stood in a group of children, Stood behind me as I brushed my teeth. Never once throughout these sightings did it’s bottomless pits leave me, emptying me, leaving me feeling less like myself with each passing day. My mental health deteriorated soon after. I would shout at it, attack it, beg and plead and cry to left alone. My girlfriend left me. She told me she couldn’t feel the boy she loved in me anymore. My friends abandoned me. They didn’t want to be seen with the freak, with his permanent wide eyes, was losing weight and pale from insomnia.

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My parents tried to help me. I was sent to numerous psychologists, psychiatrists, mediums, spirit guides and any other quack who said they could cure the disease in my head. The pale face was always there, though; stood just behind the doctor’s chair, eyes never leaving me. I would lash out at it, scream at it. They each concluded I was mad. I overheard my parents one night, they were in tears. They planned to send me away to a psychiatric hospital.

I ran away from home that night.

I was filled with hate, anger, sadness. I stared hard at the loathsome creature that shared my refuge of shop doorways and pungent alleyways. I felt no fear of it anymore, only a seething, all-consuming anger; I hated it for what it had done to me, took away who I was, leaving me a hollow shell of a soul in a deteriorating body. It still stared back at me, those pits of madness in its loathsome head lapping away at the last remaining dregs of my humanity.

Last night however, I had a dream. The first I’d had in weeks. I didn’t see the pale face, I saw hundreds. An impossibly fast kaleidoscopic slideshow of different people, different places and different times; all mingled together in a blur with only one common factor – each person had their own pale face. I then had my vision pulled away and thrust into the most terrifying thing I have ever seen; I glimpsed hell itself. I saw a trail of damned souls being lead to impossibly shaped obsidian gates, each being lead by its own pale face.

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It was only then, as I started awake, that I finally understood the nature of my tormentor. A pale face is a guide for the damned. It is with you always. Yours is in the room with you right now. Each time you feel yourself being watched when you are alone, that vague sense of unease in a perfectly normal environment. That is when you are feeling the pale face’s eyes on you, each time you see a blink of movement at the edges of your vision; that is your pale face.

There is one last thing, however. Should you very often see a flicker of movement in the corner of your eye, or always feel watched and scrutinised while you are alone, as I have, make peace with your family, your friends, anything and anyone you hold dear for it can mean only one thing.

You have been chosen, as I have, to become a pale face.


Credited to Obnoxious Brit.

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181 thoughts on “The Pale Face”

  1. This is really old but I just read it now, and as soon as I started reading, I felt like someone was looking at me so I went under the covers. I then read the part where feeling like someone is watching you means that paleface is present. Basically what I’m tryna say is I’m fucking stuck under the covers of my bed at 2am with the heating on full sweating my ass off. Thank you

  2. KilljoyMakesArt

    Okay. Creepy fact: I get that feeling a lot. ;-; But, happy thing, there’s an army of Irish-men and women in this. xD

  3. Anonymous:
    Paranoia and seeing movements out of the corner of the eye are classic signs of schizophrenia.

    :/ my mother hav schizophrenia,before she died, i do too (at least i think)

  4. So if there is a ugly, annoying creature bothering me with its presence (but otherwise doing nothing remarkable) it means I have been chosen for what can easily be the most boring job in the world. Good to know. Somehow scary too, but not exactly in the sense it should be. ^_^;
    Nice that the narrator had a girlfriend at 12yo already.

  5. “I stared back at it, too afraid to look away; its gaze was almost mesmerising, it made me feel empty, completely devoid of humanity, nothing but a consciousness stripped bare.”

    Uhmm… I’m pretty sure this sentence was ripped directly from the pages of another author. I want to say Lovecraft. To take a more precise stab, I’d say either “The Thing at the Doorstep,” “The Dunwich Horror,” or “Herbert West: Reanimator.”
    Also, it’s “led,” not, “lead.” Led is a past-tense verb. Lead is an element.

  6. I enjoyed the description of the paleface and the foreboding he was turning into the thing. But seriously? Paleface sounds rather like a stalker than a horrible creature. If he had sex with his girlfriend paleface would be a voyeur, and they could probably have a threesome.

  7. The only problem is that the author should have been clearer about the time issue. In the beginning of the story the character is twelve years old. Later it is stated that he has a girlfriend who is mature enough to realize he isn’t the same person anymore, something a person the author’s apparent age would not notice. How long did the madness take to set in and how old was he at the major parts of the story? Other than this excellent pasta.

  8. the hash slinging slasher

    i liked the beginning, the description of “pale face” gave me the shivers, but i really lost interest after a while. It didn’t grab me.

  9. If you are reading this I am your comfort. After reading this just turn on the lights and take a few minutes for your mind to settle. You are safe. No pale face is going to harm you physically or mentally. After reading this you are safe. Get a drink and sit down and browse through some more stories. Its ok, no one is going to harm you. I felt the same way.

  10. I’m officially scared…Wow I’m never looking at something in my peripheral vision…EVER again..Wow…what is that….oh just a kitty..

  11. Shub Niggurath

    Why do all the monsters/ghosts/whatever have blackened sockets for eyes, and why do they all want you to go to hell?

  12. PAIL FAIC LOL.

    Hot damn I just ruined the story for myself.
    If I see this creature, put a bucket or pail over its head, and suddenly it will be hilarious, and then you would say the line above this, and the story said that the pail faic was really you, so I guess that you could…
    *Puts on Sunglasses*
    … Go fuck yourself.
    YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

  13. I don’t think most of us have a pale face…I mean, shit, with half the crap that these pastas send after us or attach to us, I’m sure one of them would have eaten the bastard by now. Just saying…

  14. Reasonably creepy, although I knew he’d become a pale face with this line: “his permanent wide eyes, was losing weight and pale from insomnia.”

  15. I very thoroughly enjoyed this story, I had a shiver tingle down my spine as I read.
    Although, I think it very fortuanate he was already taking a piss when he first saw it XD
    I would have said a very grateful thanks that he did not appear at a time when I could make an utter fool of myself by pissing myself in public.

  16. The hell are you talking about? Pale face is mah bud, we go out and get drunk all the time bro!

    OMEGA HOUSE FTW!

  17. Everything designed to be remotely scary is dead thin, with no eyes and pretty much a skeleton that stares at you. -_-
    And, occasionally, with pinstripe suits*ahem*What?
    The general look of the thing, the way it is, and the main character’s actions towards it just scream cliche to me. I would have hugged it. :c
    4/10

  18. oh, and another thing, after all those years, why didnt he just approach the thing and interact with it? that’s what i’d have done.

  19. Ehh, this was bleh pasta.
    Felt like there was no rising tension whatsoever, there was nothing scary about it. Kinda too open with no mystery, and things didnt seem to make much sense.

  20. I wasn’t frightened by the concept, I was intrigued. One of those beings would be excellent company.

    Fear the Darkness

    -Nex

  21. The first pasta that has ever creeped me out.

    Wasn’t a fan of the “oh gosh my gf whom i love left me” though.

  22. “Oh great, another day, now where are you Pale Face? Ah there you are. Ready for school today?”

    I so agree. Talk to that mofo! After awhile I’d be so used to it.

  23. It was… interesting. Very evocative, and the description of Pale Face made me feel it. In fact, I may use for a WoD Geist game in the future.
    The thing is, after a while, it would stop being a demonic entity, it would just be a… well, kind of like a pet. I mean, baring a supernatural nature to the fear and unease, it just stands there. It’s scary, and disconcerting, but after a year or two it would become routine without it actually doing anything. I’d just deal with it, and try to talk to it. If nothing else, why not take a stick and beat it? It’s not very strong looking, and doesn’t do anything but stand there.
    And it does remind me quite a bit of Noh Face.

  24. I like it. I liked the description of the Pale Face, I liked what you were going for. But I wished it had more detail, and more “zaa”.

  25. This was stupid because, it was awesome and had so much potential until it turned into one of those, “Now I pass the torch to you” stories.

  26. Really feels like there’s an info-gap when he mentions attacking it. Yes? And? What was the result? Did it disappear? Kick his ass? Stand and take it? Kind of a major omission, and the ending was made obvious not just for its cliche nature, but the foreshadowing line about his increasing gauntness and paleness.

  27. Pale Face: :|

    Twitch: “Oh Boy My Very Own Little Pale Face!!! I Will Hug Him And Squeeze Him And Rub His Skinny Belly And Call Him George!!!” C:

    Pale Face: o_O;;

  28. at first i was scared…and then i thought about it

    O TEH N03Z!! ITZ L0OK1NG AT M3 3VERYVHWERE!!!

    it looks…and looks..then he has a dream…and it continues to look.

  29. Geat story, loved the end although I must agree that I would most likely grow to adore the little wretch. Then again I think staring into the eyes which sound like the depths of eternity of emptiness and seeing the epitomy of a suffering, hollow, tormented soul would mind rape you and slowly warp you into one of those tortured souls…maybe as badly as Cthuhlu. Anyways I loved the concept and the story itself was pretty good.

  30. I liked this pasta. The monster sounds like the child-eater in Pan’s Labyrinth. But no Christian is damned – all you have to do is say “nobody is perfect, jesus died for us and I believe in jesus” and you go to heaven. Meh.

  31. Ahaha, not bad. Fun thing is, I’ve been seeing things move at the corner of my eyes all night long. :D

    Anonymous man: Turns out that British kid wasn’t really a dad like he thought he was. His girlfriend had been with other people.

  32. Well, I thought this was a pretty good one. This one actually made me glance over my shoulder, and made the hair on the back of my neck tingle. And this is a great compliment considering I’m someone who’s read numerous pastas that others call creepy and I go ‘Meh, it was okay.’

  33. Amazing pasta!!!! Jesus it actually really creeped me out… I think it was the ending.

    Really well written – well done!

  34. @ 4 (bf)

    Wtf is oilchild….also…WHO WAS MIDDLE AGED MAN WALKING DOWN A STREET TOTALLY UNRELATED TO THIS STORY?????????????????

  35. This is my first time commenting on any pasta but I just had too when I read this one. That was some damn good pasta definitely worth being called “creepy pasta”. A 9/10 for the writer.

  36. Rape My Shitter

    You people are morons. This was good. Imagine some weird-ass looking thing just staring at YOU. Ever had a baby stare bug-eyed at you? Well, imagine that, but 1000 times worse and happening all the fucking time. I’m sure you’d lose your mind in half the time this kid did.

  37. Holy. Crap. *Looks around furiously* WHERE ARE YOU, PALE FACE?! I KNOW YOU’RE THERE! GET AWAY FROM ME! *Screams, lashes out, runs for the door, runs to the edge of the Earth, off it, into the universe, and never stops running*

    –A freaked out person who loved the story

  38. it says that he lashed out on it repeatedly but did anything happen? was he able to reach it? or was he just to young and weak to do any real damage? easy soloution grab yourself a hand cannon

  39. WTF! I THOUGHT I WAS GONNNE BE CREEPED OUT! LOL! JK! IT WAS GOOD. KINDA SAW THE END COMIN THOUGH. gRR! CANT WAIT TO MEET MY PALE FACE! ;] WE R GOIN TO BE BFFL!!!!!! LOL!

  40. It was good up to the point where he mentioned the hell thing. Hell is boring, it gives an easy way out to the unknown creepy things.

    Would have been better if he turned out to be the thing, like it ends a few years later with them finding him in a ditch somewhere looking like that or something

  41. theguywhoreadsthis

    for the guy who says that its stupid that his girlfreind is so mature for a twelve year old you will be friking surprised what comes out of childrens mouths it’s like they are in some extremly corney movie and anyways it’s just good fun i wanna be one of those pale faces :}

  42. lolipenis. i was thinking of the pale man too!
    i kept waiting for him to say ‘and then he raised his ancient-looking hands and i realized that the black holes weren’t his eyes…’

    good pasta.
    not great, but good.

  43. This is a very unfair caricature. We only follow people around to help them when they’re in danger. We never understood why you didn’t heed our warnings; how could we have known you communicate with sounds when we don’t have ears?

    …so many have died, despite our desperate efforts.

  44. I think if the timeline of the story was tweaked a little bit, it would clear up some of the difficulties that people are having now. Otherwise, as far as creepyness goes, 9/10. Best thing I’ve seen on here for awhile.

  45. Klara Dragonblood

    To all those complaining about Paleface not doing anything:
    Sometimes it’s not knowing why that’s the worst part, and wondering what it’s doing that can cause insanity.

  46. Kira Jesus Yamato

    *Stares at the The Pale Apparition from the cockpit of the ZGMF-X10A Freedom Gundam for a fraction of a second before then screaming in terror and unleashing a hellish torrent of beam weapon and rail gun fire*

  47. Highlordmugfug

    I enjoyed it. I agree that after a while it would seem like you’d just get to used to seeing it everywhere and not give a fuck anymore, but whatever. I really liked the description of the “pale face” but I do admit that the name of it just makes me think of honkey fearing Native-Americans. Decent, not great and I really miss the short creepypastas that genuinely scared/creeped you out as opposed to the short story wannabe pasta, but decent.

  48. Right after the jump I knew the speaker was going to become pale face, but other than that it was good.

  49. I liked this one, actually. Pretty cool concept, usually these just end with “and I can hear it scratching on my door now” or something.

  50. Eh… decent pasta. Saw the end coming, though… the mention of him being ‘the freak, with his permanent wide eyes, was losing weight and pale from insomnia.’ was kind of an ‘I see what you’re doing there’

    Genuinely creepy, though the end was mediocre at best, and, as stated, predictable.

    Still, did send a shiver down my spine… and I felt like someone was watching me….

    And now I can’t enjoy my tea

  51. @ Kat-chan

    no, not a girlfriend at 12.
    this is going on his whole life, you see.
    as time progresses, it’s staying with him.
    so when he’s an older teenager, say, 16,
    he has a girlfriend. or, had.
    or that’s the way i interpret it.

  52. Dr. Strange Love

    Okay, this probably would have been a lot scarier if Weird Al didn’t start playing during the climax.

    Other than the obvious character cock-ups (meaning his apathy to actually try and DO something to the pale thing. I mean, I would probably have tried to stab it or mock it or something).

    Well written, character needs to be more fucked up. Sounds a little too calm to be believed. However it is so well written that it almost makes up for it.

    Good pasta. Keep at it :).

  53. @Comment No. 5.
    You wouldn’t stop to think that the progression to insanity happened over a few years? Maybe he met the girl as a friend, then as they aged, they started dating, and maybe they were 16, and such happened. Teenagers a melodramatic.

    If you were going insane, I’m pretty sure you’d try to get rid of the creature, instead of find others like yourself. I’d sure look it up, but I doubt there’d be anyone else, and it’d be THAT common.

  54. Not overly creepy, but very well written.
    I just wish he had called them something other than pale face. Makes me think of irish people.

  55. Did anyone think of the pale man (guy with eyes on his hands) from Pan’s Labyrinth when reading this? The pasta was quite delicious, but don’t use morality. Too many people don’t like that appearently.

  56. I must say… errors or not, this pasta officially has me creeped out. D: I see flickers in the corner of my eye a lot.

  57. Like a few of the others said, I certainly thought the story would be so much better with a different ending. Some people are all bothered about what the character or pale face are doing, but it seems all right to me. But I don’t think they said everyone has to be a guide to Hell and get their soul sucked out, only people who are chosen and then haunted by a pale face. But one might think there would be enough cases that they’d see a trend, and why should the demon thing be replaced anyway? Why does Hell need a guide, no one like them.

    Overall, I enjoyed this more than the last couple batches of pasta.

  58. O.O
    FUKKEN BRIX’D
    *clings to sword* My girlfriend is gonna have to pry this thing out of my hands if she wants it gone when she moves in.

  59. To be a pale-face? what does that even mean? You just hang around some asshole who screams at you to leave?

  60. writing is melodramatic, story is not good enough to make up for it, and NO JOHN YOU ARE THE DEMONS ending is weak.

  61. was absolutely sexy. i got chills, i shit you not. :) happy to read something this fantastic on creepypasta againn. mmm, delicious. :D

  62. “jet pits” almost turned me off from this story entirely. i believe you mean “jet-black pits”.

  63. fuck it’s been a long time till i’ve been really creeped out. thank you so much for sharing this. I will be adding it to my personal archives.

  64. Richard Dawkins

    The first three-fourths were genuinely creepy. The Paleface was legit disturbing and its habit of appearing everywhere and staring at the main character without moving would be scary as all fuck. The main character’s life being slowly destroyed as he’s driven out of his mind by things beyond his control or understanding is awesome creepypasta.

    The last fourth of the story was stupid, though. It’s weighted down with every single garbage Creepypasta twist possible. “BUT WHO WAS DAMNED? (It’s you),” “EVERYONE HAS A MONSTER!”, “NO JOHN YOU ARE THE DEMONS.”, etc. and undercuts the genuine creepiness of the first part of the story by making the monster into a boring morality-tale device instead of an inexorable, unappeasable antagonist of mysterious origin who, for entirely unknown reasons, is haunting the main character every second of every day.

    6/10. If you cut the last three paragraphs, I would rate it about three points higher.

  65. I’m on the fence about this one. The ending was good, and it was well-written, but the girlfriend and the name of “pale face” kind of ruined it for me. 5/10.

  66. It was creepy at first, but it got stale. So… everywhere he goes, this non-agressive creature is… LOOKING at him.

    Poor baby.

  67. I would probably freak out the first couple of times I saw it, but after so much time, I think I’d get used to it, no?

    “Oh great, another day, now where are you Pale Face? Ah there you are. Ready for school today?”

    Just a thought.

  68. It’s like I couldn’t tell if I was reading a creepypasta or if some 14 year old was trying to make up a scary story around the campfire to impress his friends, but all he could come up with was the scary shadow that stood around and didn’t do anything. “Once upon a time. There was a shadow. And it stood there! And it stood there some more! And lots and lots more, it was still standing there. And now I’m a shadow too, and I’m just gonna stand there!! OH NO!!” Not creepypasta material, really. 5/10

  69. It was a beautiful concept. It could use a little work, but it was very nice overall. I liked this one. It’s better than some of the other recent submissions…

  70. At 12, you would be surprised how many people think they have serious relationships and fall head over heals for other little people. And his advice was to keep your friends and loved ones close – may have picked up a girlfriend along they way and pretended to be normal.

    Annnnnyways.. Yeahh.. good pasta. Im going to be freaking out next time Im alone at the house at night. [darrkkk]

    o.O pie? O.o

  71. I always hate the ones that end with the guy becoming the creature. Because why would they take the time to tell this little story?

  72. This actually creeped me out. Then when it said that I had my own pale face I said “Aww, not again!!!”

    But now I’m unfazed by it so it gets an 8/10 for creeping me out but not being able to make the creepiness linger with me for a while.

  73. How, paleface! Great Spirit say you in heap big danger! UGH!

    The description of the paleface itself was nicely evocative and could definitely be repurposed for future pasta, but this particular pasta was distinctly lacking in subtlety. I expected the last line to be, “BOO!”

    1. I feel ya. Oh shit hes in my room! wait, its just slendy. Heeyyy slendy. Sure ill go outside. Hey rake oh thts u hes talkin bout? Lol.

  74. Parts of it could have used some work and the ending was a little meh for me. But it’s still pretty good and very creepy.

    Agreeing with Anonymous about the girlfriend thing, that was somewhat wierd.

    1. Perhaps the author really was crazy and imagined it all. The girlfriend, the pale face. Who’s to say that isn’t what happened?

  75. The Pale Apparition

    Um… I am the Pale Apparition… Have been for… Three years I think? I am pale, I am relatively skinny. NO signs of ribs showing, though, as well as the eyes-part is a bit off.
    -I just be there at night and other times unpredictable and never scare someone intentionally… And sometimes be together with those I like.
    …Guess I just have some not so good far relatives playing tricks on little boys. -_-

    Seriously though, there were a few odd things- a serious girlfriend at that age and the thing really doing nothing; Perhaps it mysteriously emitted the Fear, along with something that turned others to what it is.

    Conclusion: Average. 5/10

  76. Alright, first, I want to know at what age did he have a girlfriend that’s serious and mature enough to say something like this – “She told me she couldn’t feel the boy she loved in me anymore.” I mean, really? This kid had this thing following him since age 12, then, in his crazed state, somehow got a girlfriend that was serious about being with him enough to say, “You’re not the same guy I met?” That’s just bull. She only really met one kind of guy – crazed idiot who, as this “pale face” doesn’t seem to even be doing anything but /be/ there, can’t just live his life before being damned.

    Above conclusion to paragraph = second point, by the way.

    Third, I think it’s ridiculous how, in all these types of stories where people are suffering over years and years, that no one ever thinks, “Let’s find others like us!”

    Story = long piece of fail. Pasta was too stringy, and literally saw the waiter sneeze on it as he was bringing it over. TAKE PASTA BACK ‘N’ GIVE ME ‘NOTHER!!

    1. Shadowed Beauty

      That’s kind of mean to say but I like the last sentence. It was a little strange to hear about the girlfriend thing.

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