Duncan

"Final Entry #1

I believe I have gone utterly and completely insane. The voices in my head speak to me constantly. I keep myself locked in this room, barely leaving, only escaping when I need more supplies.. I conduct experiments every hour of the day. The voices guide me, leading me to the most wonderful of discoveries. I can raise the dead, just last week I made a buried chap stand up and walk about. I can control my servants with this simple mind control. I forced three of them to commit suicide this morning. The voices said that I needed the blood. The voices continue to speak to me...I need to further my power somehow."

Duncan continued onto the next page, becoming more sickened as he read.

"Final Entry #2

Continued from the last entry a month ago, I have constructed a mask. I murdered my closet friend, my lab assisant, for this experiment. He didn't even see it coming. A simple dagger can do so much damage. With the voices instructing me, I moved his soul into the mask. This is written just before trying on the mask. As I scribble this down, I hold the steel mask in my other hand, bringing it closer to my face..."

Like out of instinct, Duncan rubbed the edges of the steel hockey mask with his fingers."So this is why you wanna get back at the old man. Revenge for killing ya?"He asked.

"Yes."The Terror Mask replied simply."Continue reading, there's more to it."

"Final Entry #3

I...am terrified at the moment. The voices are furious at me. The experiment...had failed. From what I can recall, I will write down. My assistant's spirit would not die down quietly. The moment I placed that mask over my face, my body convulsed painfully, sending spasms and violent waves through ever fiber of my being. He said he would kill me for what I had done, it was only justice. The voices were much stronger than him though. They made me bring my hands up and rip the mask off, then to toss it across the room. The voices told me I would have to find another source of power. That night I threw the mask into the basement, warning my remaining servants to not dare go down those stairs. I hope the...Terror Mask rusts away beneath this house."

"Read on. You've nearly caught up with the rest of the story..."The Terror Mask commanded.

"Final Entry #4

Ha...haha...hAhAhaHaHaHaHAAAA! I don't know why I'm writing this...I've finally done it. This power...the voices have helped me achieve it. I simply had my controlled servants go out into the town in the ungodly hours of the night, round up some simple drunken villagers, and have them sacrificed in a ritual. Oh, and I killed all of my servants as well for good measure. Their spilled blood ran through the entire Estate. So much power...the voices continue their plan. Ha...Ha...Ha."

Duncan flipped the page once more. The final entry of dear old Doctor West.

"Final Entry #5

This is my last day as a mortal. I shall ascend. WE ALL shall ascend. Me, the voices, and the girl. The voices tell me of the girl...she is beautiful. She is a misunderstood black rose among uncaring weeds. She shall become our queen...and our queen shall rally our armies, raise her voice, and declare that the world is ours. She will rise up and tower above the trees, above the mountains, above the mundane. She will devastate armies with her hands, force nations to bow or be crushed under her heel. All the while she will tend to us and us alone..."

There was no more writing. It finished with blood droplets at the bottom of the page.

"I don't understand..."Duncan asked confusedly."Their queen is...Gwen?"

"From what I can tell, yes, she is. It looks like this...plan, if you could even call it that, has been active for nearly two centuries..."The Mask replied.

"Wait a minute..."Duncan muttered, turning the page once more."There's...another entry."Instead of pencil, the entry was in ink, and it was fresh.

"What?"The Mask shouted inside Ducan's mind."Read it, you fool!"

"Dear Duncan,

I hope you've enjoyed your life. It will end very soon. That Terror Mask will not help you...his power is nothing compared to mine, compared to that of the queen's. It is unfortunate that you won't be around long enough to see our glory. You will die right now at the hands of..."

As Duncan finished reading this last sentence, the door behind him crashed open. A strange creature stood in the doorframe, creeping closer and breathing raspily.

The creature was bone-skinny, flesh spread across the bones with no muscle at all for filling. It's skin was all blood red, and it was clad in rags. Over it's head was a burlap sack, the kind you see hanged criminals wear. A creepy smiley face was painted on the bag in blood. Duncan would find this opponent easy to kill, if not for the two whirring chainsaws it held in each hand. The creature let out a disturbing cackle as it juggled the chainsaws through the air.

Gwen

She creeped through the hallways, each noise in the night convincing her that something was following closely behind. A creaky floorboard made her whiz around, only to see an empty hall behind her. A small moan made her jump into the nearest room and hide. She peeked out a crack in the door, only, once again, to see an empty hallway."I have got to stop scaring myself like this..."Gwen said to herself. A sudden hand came onto her shoulder. She should've checked the room first.

The hand turned her around, Doctor West grinning his toothless grin at her."Yes, you really must. You may scare yourself to death one day..."