The Faceless Driver

Greetings Kiddies, tonight's GUT-WRENCHING GOREMET, is about terror that CREEPS around a FEARM I mean FARM heh-heh-heh-heh.  This one's sure to DRIVE YOU CRAZY hee-hee-hee-hee.  I entitle it...

There was a farmhouse out, in the countryside of northern-Nebraska, where an old woman rocked back and forth in her rocking-chair out, on the front porch one July day back in 1939.  "Grandma, the chores are done" a little girl came out, onto the porch and told the old woman.  "Ah, thank you Paula deary.  I'll bake you and your Brother some cookies soon" she answered the girl.  "Alright thanks Grandma!" Paula told her and gave her a hug.  Paula's grandma got up and followed her into the farmhouse.  A young woman was dusting the mantel of the fireplace in the living-room.  The telephone rang and Paula answered it.  "Hello, may I help you?" she said, inquiring,  "Hello there my dear, this is The Faceless Driver.  Would you care to come with me to my toy shop?" a raspy man's voice over the phone said in reply, asking her.  "Your toy shop, yes sir please!" Paula said on the phone.  "Good, I will come take you there this evening my dear" the raspy-voice of The Faceless Driver said over the phone and the sound of him hanging up was heard over the phone.  Paula hung up their own telephone and the young woman stopped dusting and looked over at her.

"Who was it Paula sweetheart?" the young woman asked her.  "The Faceless Driver, Mama.  He wants to take me to his toy shop tonight" Paula answered her.  "Sweetheart I am sorry but I think you should just stay here with Grandma, Papa, Frank and I this evening" Paula's mother insisted to her, kindly.  "Yes, deary, you and I can just bake a third batch of cookies" Paula's grandma said to Paula, smiling.  "Alright Mama and Grandma!" she said to them, smiling back.  Paula's grandma sat down in a chair and Paula's mother went back to dusting.  A young boy and an old man came into the farmhouse then.  "Eggs are here, Martha dear" the old man said to Paula's grandma.  "Oh, thank you Theodore darling" she answered him.  "I have fresh milk from our cow too, Grandma and Mama" the boy said to Martha and Paula's mother.  "Thank you Frank my Son" Paula's mother said to him in reply.  "Yes, you are a good boy Frank" Martha said to him.  Frank and Theodore walked out to the kitchen and Paula followed them.  "Hi Papa hi Frank" she told Theodore and Frank.  "Hi Paula" her grandpa replied.  "Hi Sister" Frank said to her, as he and their grandfather put the basket of eggs and the bottle of milk away in the ice box.  Paula and Frank's mother sat down on a sofa and looked at their grandmother.  "Who do you think that was on the telephone Mother?" she asked Martha.  "I hope it wasn't Wallace, Diane!" she replied to her.  "Oh my, do you assume he would trick his own Daughter that way because of our divorce?" Diane asked.  "He has always been a drunken man Diane Sweetheart.  You and I can keep watch tonight" Martha replied, smiling.  "Alright Mother" Diane agreed, saying.  That night, a black Ford Coupe pulled into the driveway of the farmhouse.

A young man walked up the driveway then too, carrying a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey in his hand, passed the car and staggered drunkenly onto the porch of the farmhouse, pounding on the door.  Martha answered the door.  "Wallace Peters, get your drunken self out of here this instant before I call the local sheriff on you" she told him sternly.  "Martha, ya better let me see Diane and the children, or I'll punch all of ya out!!" Wallace Peters drunkenly answered.  He chugged more of the liquor in the bottle and Martha slammed the door, then latched it up tight.  Paula looked out a window in a downstairs-bedroom and saw the black car parked out, in the driveway.  She suddenly was hypnotized and climbed out the window, going to the automobile.  Wallace Peters staggered away from the farmhouse and saw Paula get into the backseat of the Ford.  He staggered over to the car and the passenger's side window rolled down.  "Hey, buddy, can ya give me a lift back home please?  That's my Daughter in the backseat there" he mumbled, asking the shadowy-figure in the black farm hat at the wheel.  "Sure sir, hop in with your Daughter back there" he answered, speaking in the raspy voice that Paula heard earlier over the phone.  Wallace got in the back of the car and the vehicle drove off.  "Daddy, please do not hurt me this time like you used to hurt Mama, Frank and I" Paula told him, begging.  "Shut your mouth girl.  I'm gonna give you a whippun'!" Wallace shouted, telling her and Paula cried.   The shadowy-figure in the black farm-hat drove his car to a large shed up the road and parked.  "Hey, mack, this ain't my house!" Paula's dad said to him.  "Just a quick stop sir.  I wished to show your Daughter here my toy shop here!" he answered.  "Yes, Daddy, he is The Faceless Driver" Paula told him and got out of the car, along with The Faceless Driver.  Wallace Peters went into the shed with them and there were lit-lamps around a table.

Wallace grabbed his daughter's arm.  "You stupid Child.  I'm gonna beat ya bloody girl" he shouted to her, dropping his empty whiskey bottle on the floor, causing it to smash.  "Please Daddy no!" Paula begged him, saying.  The Faceless Driver showed himself within the light of the lamps, being dressed in a brown trench-coat along with his black farm hat.  He was eerily faceless, rotted-yellowish-skin was blank surrounded by long white straight hair.  The Faceless Driver roared deeply, and the creature attacked Wallace, digging its long black fingernails into his neck.  Wallace screamed in pain and terror, jerking as the monster seemed to slurp and suck on his own face with its faceless flesh.  Paula screamed in horror at the horrifying scene and her father's screaming grew quiet and he went limp, falling to the floor, dead.  Paula ran out of The Faceless Driver's shed and down the road.  The monster looked out his door and roared loudly, then ran to his automobile.  Soon, Paula made it home and pounded on the front door.  Her grandma answered it and hugged her tightly.  "Grandma, Daddy was going to beat me like he always did and then The Faceless Driver killed him and I ran away.  He's a monster!!" Paula cried, telling her.  "Oh, I am terribly sorry Paula Sweetheart.  You are safe now!" she answered, comforting her granddaughter.  The Faceless Driver drove down the driveway then and parked his car and got out of it.  The shadowy-thing walked in front of the cornfield as the wind blew  in the night.  "Stay here Sweetie!" Martha said quietly to Paula and she grabbed a shotgun from on the porch.  Martha moved slowly out, into the front yard, aiming the weapon at The Faceless Driver.  "I am known as The Faceless Driver, and I hunger for the faces of you humans.  Your flesh tastes delightful and extraodinary!" the creature introduced itself to Martha as, explaining in its raspy voice.  "Stay away from my Granddaughter Paula ya monster!!!!" Martha shouted at it and the thing let out a low roar.  Martha pulled the trigger, shooting it.  Then it roared in pain, stumbling towards her.  She shot it a second time and it fell over.  Diane, Frank and Theodore came rushing out of the farmhouse.  Frank held a lit-lantern.  He shined it down, on The Faceless Driver and they all surrounded it.  Two bullet holes were in its chest and bright green slime oozed out of them, as the monster was dead on its back in the yard.

Well, Ol' Martha really took a SHOT at it in the end there eh, boys and girls?  And Wallace Peters really had to FACE IT himself too aha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  Why, he even SHED A FEAR in the thing's shed that is!  It did its job and DROVE ME NUTS ha-ha-ha-ha!  See you all next EERIE-EDITION for more MADNESS and SLAYHEM heh-heh.