The Curse

My reflection shivered and reformed. I stared down at a masked figure covered in weighted chains. The crude wooden masked was painted with large red polka dots. Long pieces of greasy grey rope, simulating hair, were glued to it in irregular patches. My now normal-sized body was wrapped round and round with a thick chain, as were my arms and legs, and the chains were hung with shapeless lumps of dull metal, like weights.