On the night of October 31st, in a small forgotten town, a girl named Elena found an old mask lying on her doorstep. It looked handmade — stitched leather, hollow eyes, and a faint grin carved across its surface. A note was attached:
“Wear it at midnight if you dare.”
Thinking it was a prank, Elena put it on.
The moment it touched her skin, she felt something cold crawl into her head — a whisper.
At first, it said her name. Then it began to laugh.
She tried to pull the mask off, but it clung to her face, melting like wax. Her reflection in the mirror changed — her eyes hollowed, her mouth stretched into that same carved grin.
When her parents entered her room the next morning, the mask was gone.
But Elena wasn’t there either.
Only a faint whisper echoed from the walls:
“One more mask… one more soul…”
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