Day 27 of this. Four days more and we'll have completed this project successfully. One full month of stories.
We also, as usual, have a creepy villain from Samantha Dunaway Bryant, poetry from Kary Gaul, and a few other responses directly in the comments here.
And Some are Leather
Eeek!
You jumped when the figure tapped on the window. No features, just a smooth mask, the color of old wood. It stared silently through empty eyes. Heart pounding, she stepped back.
"What... who?"
You step back as a gloved hand reached for the doorknob, opened the door. "What's wrong, honey? I didn't mean to scare you".
"Bill? What's with the mask?"
The shape of the face didn't change. "What mask? I'm not wearing a mask."
"Stop fucking with me Bill, and take it off. It isn't funny."
He shook his head as he stepped inside. The rest of the night he not only wouldn't take the mask off, but he'd not even acknowledge that he was wearing it.
When he undresses for bed the mask stays on, tight against his face. You can't even see his eyes through it."Aren't you going to take that ridiculous thing off for bed?"
"What ridiculous thing? Are you doing this again?"
You don't want to sleep next to that freaky mask, but he won't go to the couch and your leaving will be somehow admitting defeat. So you play along.
He leaves the next morning. "Are you going to wear that to work? What will your boss say?"
The expressionless face turns to face you. "I'm not doing this again. For the last time, there is no mask." he pauses a moment, "I love you. Have a good day."
It's amazing what you can get used to. Other than the mask, he's the same. Not any crueler than usual, still goes to work on time, still comes home on time. Doesn't seem to be dallying with other women, isn't abusive, nothing like that. He's the same Billy. Just.. in a mask.
It's amazing what you can get used to, if you're willing.
Someday you'll peek beneath it and see his face again. Until then, you'll lie beside him at night and kiss the cool, unresponsive mask.
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