I'm in a mansion. No wait. I'm in a palace. Wait where are I? You look around you see lots of familiar faces, but really I don't know these faces. They all wear masks, and is that blood? Why can't I speak?
"Job well done Mr," says an unknown man from behind. "You are quite the killer."
Me? A killer? Where am I?
The unknown man out his hand on my shoulder, but yet I do not feel any warmth I feel a chill, cold hand resting on my shoulder. I turn, but out of the shadows I see no one, but I still feel a hand touching me. I touch my shoulder. Steadily I grab hold at what is touching me I take one look at it. Only if I could scream. I am holding a arm a bloody one. A arm that belongs on a body. It was a torn off arm. As I start to scream I wake up. Someone is knocking on my door. I am covered in sweat, but I ignore it. I check my bed side clock.
"Look at the time Evern!" I scream to myself. "The mailman must be here!"
I sloppily put on clothes and dash to open my door to of course see the mailman crossed armed looking up at me.
"You keep on sleeping in. You should get an alarm clock. The next time you are late I'm just going to come back another day. You might even miss out on an important meeting or some sort because you have mail."
"Me? I have mail?"
"Yeah you!" Snorts the mailman as he hands me the newspaper as well with a black envelope with a red stamp.
We don't usually see these types of letters anymore not all fancy like this. . I give the mailman a tip, and walk back into the comfort of my house and sit down on a chair to examine the letter. I carefully rip it open, but on my counter I see a box.
"What? Why is there a box? I guess I got more mail. It's not like someone broke in and put that there. . Hmm?" I mumble to myself. "COME OUT. WHOS THERE?"
To no surprise no one answers.
"I guess I have another thing to open. ." I sigh to myself.
I set the box on the table forgetting about the black letter and tear the box open. I'm confused about what's in it, and why I got it.
YOU ARE READING
The Masquerade
Mystery / ThrillerFlick Flick. . You hear a scream across the Flickering hall walkway. Why you are at a party! You are supposed to enjoy yourself! Not run from murders trying to kill you! Anyways try your best to live. .
