Flash Fiction Frights: The Mask
Plot: It's not a face from the past, but a mask that refuses to fade away.
Time to read: 1 minute read
Horror subgenre: Home Invasion, Supernatural
I know it's a mask and that he is watching me.
Every night, he comes at eight.
He leaves only when dawn breaks.
It's always the same mask.
I can see his dark eyes through the holes.
He's watching intently and remains unmoved.
Sometimes, I go to sleep.
Sometimes, I sit and stare back.
The plain white mask shows no remorse.
But his eyes hold the guilt's source
I used to live in this house fifty years ago.
He broke into the house one night, wearing the same mask.
He stole all my things
But before leaving, he found me hiding.
I promised not to scream
Yet he showed me no mercy.
But help came nonetheless
And he went down too.
For fifty years, he has been watching me.
And I have been watching him back.
I think he wants forgiveness
But I have none to give.
He stole the life I worked hard for
And now all I have become is this house's lore.
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