308. Unsettling White

Do you love ghosts and all things paranormal? If yes, then welcome to bone Chilling Tails to Keep You Awake podcasts where you get to sit back, relax and listen to some creepy true stories from all over the world. With that, let's dive into today's creepy stories Unsettling White. I still remember that fateful night, the night that etched fear deep into my bones. It was a time before I tied the knot, when I was young and careless. The memory lingers in my mind like a ghost, haunting me to this day. Allow me to share my tail, one that still sends shivers down my spine. As I reclined on the phone in my parents' house, the darkness engulfed the world outside. The moon turned its back, leaving me with nothing but impenetrable shadows. Through the sliding glass door, I peered into the vast yard that extended into the dense woods, and that's when I saw it, a figure standing behind the fence, its features masked by a ghostly white mask. I hesitated for a moment, questioning my own sanity. Was it a trick of my imagination or was someone truly there? The distance made it impossible to be certain, but my gut told me something was amiss. Whispering to my fiancee on the phone, I shared my unsettling observation. I described the haunting figure, the white mask that concealed every detail of its face. When I dared to glance outside again, it had disappeared, vanished into thin air. Time ticked slowly, almost mockingly, and nearly twenty agonizing minutes passed. Suddenly, my brother's thunderous yell reverberated throughout the house. Clad in nothing but a towel, he scrambled out of the bathroom, his face pale with terror. He recounted how he too had witnessed a white face peering through the skylight as he stepped out of the shower. An eerie unease settled within me, weaving a web of fear. My fiancee encouraged me to confide in my family about what I had seen, but I hesitated. The thought of being ridiculed. My fears, belittled as a mere joke, stopped me from revealing the truth. Instead, my father and brother ventured outside with me, searching the darkness for any sign of the enigmatic presence. I kept my earlier encounter to myself, Fearing that disbelief would swallow me. Whole night turned into the early hours of the morning, and exhaustion eventually claimed me. I succumbed to sleep, my pillow offering a false sense of security. Yet my slumber was disturbed the weight of an unshakable sensation lingering in the air. It was as if some one or something was watching me intently, their eyes fixated upon my vulnerable form, uneasy and unsettled. I fought against the fear and urged myself to relax, but the feeling intensified, clawing its way into my consciousness. I removed the pillow and sat up, my heart pounding against my rib cage, and in that moment, pure terror gripped me like icy talons. Hovering over the edge of my bed was a tall figure cloaked entirely in black, a sinister hood concealing its face. The pallid white visage resembled that of no face from the darkness infused realm of dick tracy, devoid of any discernible features. Shock paralyzed my body as I recoiled, retreating beneath the pillow that had once promised solace. Desperate, I began to pray, the words spilling forth from my trembling lips. With each uttered prayer, the sensation of being watched dissolved into thin air. Cautiously, I removed the pillow, bracing myself for what I might find. Yet the figure had vanished, leaving behind only an unsettling void. Sleep eluded me for the remainder of that night, my mind plagued by riddles I couldn't solve. When morning arrived and I summoned the courage to share my nocturnal terrors, I was met with laughter. They dismissed my fears as a product of imagination, a concoction of a troubled mind. Only my soon to be wife believed my tale, sensing the gravity behind my words. Since that harrowing encounter, I have remained silent about my experience. The figure, the one with the white face, never crossed my path again, but I cannot help. But wonder have others witnessed something similar? Are there those who have seen hooded beings? Their faces shrouded in an eternal mystery? I have stumbled upon countless tales, but none that truly parallel my own. However, I must confess this year I had another encounter, something else, entirely distinct from the white faced figure appeared in my path. But for now, dear reader, I shall keep this tale concealed within the depths of my soul. Its narration shall have to wait for another time, when bravery conquers fear.