Genre: Horror
He was no older than twelve, known only as The Mouthless Boy. His pale skin was smooth like glazed porcelain, and he had thin, fair hair. He smelled of mildew. He wore tattered clothing and no shoes. His black eyes, deep-set in their sockets, mirrored an emptiness one might see when peering down a dry well. They were the only part of him that moved; he was like a statue of a boy without a mouth, collecting dust at the end of the long hallway.
He had long since forgotten his own name. He no longer heard the demon’s screams in his head. He no longer remembered what his family had done to his mouth to silence his madness. As he stood still, hands by his sides, he could gift to those who stared at him his own voice. He could shout profanities and insults directly into their minds without a single movement of the smooth skin below his nose.
