dance of death stories from beyond the grave

I.THE MASK MAKER

You know the supernatural wasnt too far from my comprehension one thing that stuck with me was meeting the hatman but thats a story for another tape *nervous laugh* it wasnt diffrent from any other day the sun was high in the sky the highschoolers were at lunch we were all hanging out and watching mr creepypasta when one of my friends mentioned a name i had never heard “twisted trinity” i looked in his direction staring with a look of question when he saw my gaze he laughed and continued to talk about a girl who used to go to the same highschool we did from the tale he spun she was obsessed with masks a making many of them look like a horror most of the time drawing pictures that looked as if they were torn from horror movies themselves she had a mark on top of the one mask she wore he had only heard stories about a white mask with black and red eyes dark and souless an x over the nose what looked like a trifecta of suns or stars of somesort in a sort of ritual summoning circle on the forhead the mouth of the mask looked as if it was rows of sharp teeth with blood on the lips and around the mouth he told us about how when she was in the very school we stood in the bullies and jocks and other kids taunted her singing twisted trinity left and right out rightly breaking her masks as they walked by and noticed her making them i was curious that day so i went to the school police officer and asked him about twisted trinity and his face contorted into a look of fear almost being brought to tears and spoke….”i-i dont know who your talking about….i dont know that name where did you hear it?” i looked at him puzzled as he slid me a peice of paper taking it i put it in my pocket speaking “well my friends said a girl with that name went to this highschool years ago but that one day somthing happened and she dissapeered” he slowly showed a look of panic as the tears in his eyes departed from his sockets he then leaned in and grabbed me by my shirt almost pulling me over the table onto his side of the table the fear on my eyes almost immediately obvious i had no idea this had any reality neither did i believe it was but his reaction to me speaking the name said otherwise he leaned in and whispered in my ear “meet me at the adress on that paper we will talk do not speak of this to anyone and for the love of god whatever you do,do not speak that name nor speak ill of it you dont know what you are getting into you might have already been marked i guarentee your friend has already been marked” my voice was shakey but i hesitantly listened and looked him dead in the eye “m-marked”? “Yes sir ill be at the adress after school i cant say when” i could i didnt want too on account of the fact that a six foot fucking two giant was holding me by my shirt in the air over the desk as i agreed he set me down and i ran off to go back into the school as i walked into my math class i sat down for some reason the air felt cold stale i looked over to the window to see rather greusome masks that seemed to be hyper realistic it was jason….and rick i was so confused i hopped up and rubbed my eyes as i took my hands away i no longer saw the masks rather a mark on the window it was the exact symbol my friends had been describing at lunch once again me being who i was i just sat back down and slept through math class assuming it was some asshole prankster trying to scare me as the school day winded down i left walking out and going home to drop off my stuff before heading out to the adress the police officer had given me wheni showed up the street was barren completely empty exept for one lone police car in front of the local library i walked up to the doors and pushed them open to a loud moaning creak as usual it was empty but i noticed the police officer from our school on one corner of the library ushering me into a room with hand gestures naturaly i walked to where he was and stepped into the room of which looked somewhat like a police interegation room strange but i was going to get the information i needed when i entered on the table that was front and center the officer had brought police reports labeled anderson case mask maker and twistid trinity i looked at them curiously as he lit up a ciggerette as if this were the cells in the police station suddenly he pulled three files out of his jacket and slid them too me one said trinity.A one said mask maker and the last said somthing about school records i couldnt read it clearly because of how damaged and dirty it was it looked as if it had been burried i looked at each one and the police officer from my school looked at me saying “you can take them….ill be gone soon anyway she knows im here she knows what i did what you did shes coming for all of us the ones who hid her death and the incident” he lifted his sleeve what i saw…..it appauled me he had symbols cut into his skin as if a knife had been slowly pushed into and then dragged across his skin i recognized on in particular it was the symbol of the proxies who followed slender or laughing jack or…..well best not to talk about him yet as i examined his arm i also noticed some crude writing carved in as well putrid looking as if dirt and old rotten leafs had been rubbed into it the writing read “never forget T.T “where…...where did you get this did my friends get you in on this did you do this to your arm” i stood up knocking my chair over behind me in the process “do you think this is fucking funny? You like messing with sudents motherfucker this is your fucking job on a silver platter he stood up looking me directly in the eyes and grabbed me by the shirt and my neck picking me up and swinging me into the wall slamming me against it as the air was taken from my lungs i gasped and kicked struggling catching a glimpse of his eyes they were black with red around them i looked at the side of his head and saw what looked like a seem and a rather female voice came from his mouth THEY WILL ALL PAY of course it was still his body the voice was overlapped with his but it was like i could hear only hers i dont i know why i cant explain it but at that moment i knew who it was it was her it was...the mask maker i kicked the police officer in the stomach it had no effect so i reached up grabbing at the mask and pulling but it was like it was cemented in place i pulled and pulled but it did nothing i tried bell clapping his ears and he fell back the girls voice ringing out again as the now under controll police officer ran at me aiming to kick me in the head i rolled out of the way as his foot kicked completely through the wall with an unhuman ammount of strength as i tilted my head he ran at me i quickly pulled out my spring action knife and stabbed it into his leg as he turned around hearing the mask makers voice again my entire body shuttered “you have been marked you have nowhere to run tyler you might as well just give up but...then again its not like you can die can you i looked at him questioningly before using my body weight to slide myself across the floor grabbing the spring action knife and getting up stabbing the masked police officer in the side i could see a sickening smirk contort onto the mask making it seem as if it was part of his body now i watched it...him whatever it was pull the knife out and drop it to the floor grabbing me by the shirt and throwing me against the wall with unbelievable force as the wind was taken from me my ribs cracking as i was slammed into the wall i clenched my jaw in pain and looked up at the what i now call taken there was a somewhat bloody liquid coming from the mask as i heard the voice again “you have been marked and so have your friends” the taken pointed at me flesh melthing from the end of its bone finger tip i backed away as i watched the flesh melt from its body turning it into a puddle like mass i then hopped to my feet eyes wide and grabbed the files off the table….what have i gotten myself into….this….this girl the mask maker she wanted me dead and because of what i knew i had read many creepypastas all over and over but this….this was on another level they were real and everything i hadnt believed in was coming to fruition i ran home with the files and studied every single one of them when she was in school she got bullied alot because she was an outcast there were numerous occasions where she got bullied and teachers had to intervene even a case where outside of the school a student known for bullying her was found….brutally murdered his math homework had been curled into a tight roll and jammed into his throat crushing his airways and causing him to suffocate they found none of his teeth but apon discovery the first object they found was a mask with what they assumed to be false teeth why they didnt do the obvious thing and take the teeth in for testing i couldnt tell you thats just kind of obvious they had to be his teeth but…just as every other murder they found a symbol on the mask...i recognized it off of the  description my friends had given me when they told me about her