The Haunted Mask - Short Story
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Alexander is nothing more than a tour guide at a haunted house. He lives a simple life with his cat in an apartment. The house was known for a murder that happened centuries ago, but ghost hunters always want to come and try to solve the mystery. Inside the home, the old living room was dedicated to any and all artifacts they had found while refurbishing the house, including an old white mask that had a constant smile. It was locked away, only priests were allowed to touch it, and even then they used gloves. Some say when the box is open, a voice speaks to whomever is most willing...
I just marked it as mature so my ass doesn't get beat by Wattpad for something stupid lmao
The cover was created using the help of Snapchat AI (I'm not kidding), I do not support using AI for art instead of actual artists, I just can't draw worth shit. If anyone wants me to change it, I gladly will. Thank you and enjoy the story.
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