A mask figure stands in the distance. Walking slowly in the shadows. Quinn, a 12 year old girl, treads down the sidewalk looking at the houses left and right. The mask figure draws closer, walking slowly towards Quinn. When the figure reaches the child, she reaches out, touching her shoulder. Quinn stops dead in her tracks. "Hello?" She manages to get out. The figure turns Quinn around to face it. A mask rests over the face of a blonde woman, about age 35. "Do you think I'm pretty?" The woman asks her. Quinn, shocked at what the woman asked stutters "what?" The figure leans her masked face in closer. "Do. You. Think. I'm. Pretty." The creepy blonde asks Quinn again. Quinn, not wanting to piss off this woman gulps down her fear and says, "yeah." The figure seems to smile under the mask. "Good." The woman says. "Why are you wearing a mask?" Quinn asks as the woman starts to turn away. The figure snaps her head around to look at Quinn. "Do you want to know why little girl?" The woman asks. Quinn nods. "Yes." The woman leans in closer again. "Remove the mask and you shall see." She says. Quinn reaches her hand around the woman's head and lifts the elastic string up. The mask falls off the woman's face and reveals a creepy smile that reaches from ear to ear. Literally. Her mouth has been cut in two lines through her cheeks to reach each ear. Quinn screams, but her panic is silenced by the woman clamping her hand over Quinn's mouth. "Do you think I'm pretty?" The lady asks Quinn once more. Quinn, shivering to death, cries out. "Yes, yes yes!" The woman pulls out a knife from her pocket and slices Quinn's face in a similar style as her own. Quinn's screams are lost in the wind, and the woman disappears, leaving Quinn alone. Wondering if she is pretty, she grabs the mask, puts it on, and sets off for her house. When she reaches the door, she knocks three times. Her mother opens the door and skrieches. "Quinn!! Why, you about gave me a heart attack." Her mother yells. Quinn looks up into her mothers eyes. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Quinn asks her. Her mom kneels down next to her. "Yes, of course sweetheart. You're beautiful." Her mother says, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Now take off the ridiculous mask." Her mother says as she reaches a hand around and lifts the elastic over Quinn's face, allowing the mask to drop to the floor. Her mother screams in shock and horror as she looks at her once beautiful daughters sliced face. Quinn presses her hand over her mother's mouth muffling the screams. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Quinn asks. Her mother cries out, "Yes. Yes. Yes." Quinn smiles and retracts her hand from her mothers mouth, and pulls out her pocket knife, ready to make her mother feel what she felt. Wondering if she is pretty or not.
