Frightful Flash Fiction

The Man In The White Mask

He was a huge part of my life when i was little. He would take me anywhere I needed to go. He would drive me to school and pick me up from there. My parents were always busy with work, so they were barely home. They had entrusted me to walk to school and back, but thanks to him, I didn't have to.

He'd take me to the toy store every Saturday, and buy me one toy. He was the best. But there was one thing about him that I always felt was strange. He always wore a white mask. One that covered his whole face.

He didn't ever talk either, but that didn't stop me from talking to him. He never said a word, but I could tell he was really listening. I remember one time, as he was driving me home, I told him about this kid at school. Mackie something, it's been awhile.

He had been bullying me for the past few days, so I decided to vent to the man. And just like usual, he didn't say anything, but he understood every word. The next day I went to school, Mackie wasn't there. And he wasn't there the day after, or the day after that either. Mackie had gone missing, I'm pretty sure to this day, he's still missing.

At the time, I thought it was just a stroke of luck, but now, I think it might have been him. My parents got super worried when Mackie went missing, so they tried to be around more. Then, one of the days the man drove me home, my father saw me get dropped off. When I went inside he asked me about who drove me home. He thought it was one of my teachers at first. But I told him who it actually was.

"It was the man," I told him.

I still remember his face, he looked confused and worried at the same time.

"What man," he asked me back.

"The man in the white mask," I answered him.

At that point he seemed panicked. He was making sure I was okay, he asked how long he had been doing that, if he ever hurt me, or touched me inappropriately. I told my father that he was actually really nice. My father told my mother and she told the police.

I remember the news channels telling people to watch out for the man in the white mask. They made it out like he was some psychopath on the loose, but he was my friend. I never saw the man again after that. I don't know if the police found him, or if he just had to stop because someone might recognize him, but a part of me wishes he's okay. He was always nice to me, and honestly, I think I miss him.