The Mask – by Cam
One chilly, October morning, Mickey and his mother went to the department store to buy a Halloween mask. “Mom, I don’t like these masks,” said Mickey.
“Why don’t you go to the other aisles and look,” she said. Mickey willingly walked away to scan the aisles. After searching, Mickey couldn’t find the mask of his dreams, so he walked back to his mother.
Mickey rounded the corner into the isle.
“Mom I haven’t…,” Mickey stopped mid-sentence because his mother wasn’t there. He started to turn, but towering over him was a tall figure. Startled, Mickey let out an ear splitting shriek. Once Mickey had calmed down, he analyzed the man before him. He was amazingly tall and skinny, wearing a top hat with a curly moustache.
The man was wearing a blood red suit and a black tie with skulls on it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a metallic, looking mask. The mask had an evil laughing face on it. Mickey’s eyes widened. He snatched it out of the man’s hands, stuffed the mask under his sweater and ran to find his mother. Later that day, Mickey couldn’t seem to take his mind off the mask. He kept on putting it on and admiring himself,
That night, before it was time for bed Mickey put on the mask one last time. Seconds after he put it on the mask seemed to shrink. Desperate, Mickey attempted to pry the mask off his face. However it was no use, the mask kept squeezing until it squeezed the last breath out of Mickey. As Mickey lay dead, in place of the mask stood the mysterious man in the store. He grinned a wicked grin, burst through Mickey’s bedroom window and danced off into the night.
October 13, 2011@ 1:24 pm
Nice scary story Cam. I liked that you were very descriptive and detailed. I liked that you put in a cliff hanger and your story was very exciting. The cover of your story was also cool.
-Logan
October 14, 2011@ 6:51 am
This is a wonderfully scary story, Cam! I love the way it starts off so innocently, normally, with a boy and his mother in the store; how evil was lurking in the store, and still, we were lulled into a state of normalcy, but then at the end, the evil was in the boy’s bedroom. I don’t feel the same about masks anymore! Your story and words were well chosen! Well done, all around.
October 17, 2011@ 12:04 pm
Dear Jan
Thank you for the comment. That was really nice. That means a lot to me
Cam
November 22, 2011@ 3:51 pm
Cam:
I really like the mask story. Do you want the reader to be scared (achieved!) or is there a moral here as well?
K Jones
January 11, 2012@ 5:03 am
Hi, my name is baylee and I really liked the way you started your scary story and when you described the man in his blood red shirt anyway I got to go bye!!!