I open my eyes and it's gone. The first time in years.
The mask.
It's made of leather, with a sharpened beak and dark eyes. There are bolts around the eyes, and it has a generous coating of dust.
It was here when I moved in. It doesn't do much, but today's different.
I get up out of bed and pad to my door. When I turn the handle, it's cold-colder than the air around it.
I have never dared to touch the mask.
That's why I'm so afraid when I see it, attached to a person, behind my door.
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De TodoJust a bunch of random stories, these don't stick to a particular theme or genre. You should expect slow updates, but I'll try to update as much as I can. Enjoy!!
