THE MASK
Once
there was a young man, about sixteen or so. His name Trowa. He worked
in a circus as an acrobat and a target for a dagger thrower.
One
day Trowa received a package from someone on a space colony. With
curiosity beating his good judgment he opened the package. Inside was
this half facemask and a note.
Wear this mask in good health; it will change your life.
A friend.
P.S.- Never let anyone else ware it.
Trowa,
a little taken back by the message, just shrugged it off and got
ready for the show.
Just as he was about to go on he dropped the
mask he usually used and an elephant walking by stepped it on.
In
an instant Trowa ran and got the new mask, and walked into the
spotlight putting on the half mask.
When he was on the target he
felt no fear and looked as if he was begging for his death.
After
the show he set the mask down on a crate. A small kid walking by
stopped, picked up the mask and put it on. Even though Trowa told him
not to.
The little kid ran around for about thirty seconds when he
suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to face Trowa.
His lips
and cheeks had taken on a blue gray color. The boy was
suffocating.
Before Trowa could get to him the boy dropped
dead.
Trowa took the mask back to his trailer. And with shaking
hands placed the mask on his face.
Nothing happened. He could
still breathe fine.
So with the mask on he looked in the mirror.
And as he looked at himself he noticed that his skin didn't look
right, and that his uncovered eye looked like a black hole.
Scared
to death by what he saw he panicked and tried to take the mask off,
but it wouldn't come.
He tore at his face and flailed around
trying to remove the mask. Then in one jerk the mask came off...along
with the right half of his face.
From the shock of the sight of
the mask, he died.
From that day on the mask had been passed on,
like a chain letter whose fate doesn't come in the form of luck and
always with the warning against sharing the mask with the curious of
heart.