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.