I wish I had never gone to that old antique store. I wish... I wish I had never found that mask. Oh, let me explain. My name is.... It's so hard to remember "me". Ah, yes, I remember now... My name is Daniel. It started when I went to an antique store. I was interested in historical objects, especially ones from Europe. So when I found the mask, I just had to have it.
It was a plague doctor mask, like one from the time of the Black Death. It immedeately caught my attention. From the moment I picked it up, I knew there was something... Different about it. I went up to the man selling the items.
"Is there something I can help you with, young man?" He said.
"Yes, I was wondering if I could have this mask. How much do you want for this?" I asked.
"Actually, you can have it for free. You don't have to pay money for it."
"All will be revealed...in due time will tell."
"What does that mean?"
I couldn't get my answer, because at that moment, a man walked in.
"Give me all your money!" the man said, holding a gun.
"I don't think stealing money is going to be worth what's going to happen to you," the store clerk said.
At that moment, the robber shot the clerk. His blood splattered on to me and the mask, which I was still holding. Suddenly, I began to hear a voice.
"Blood... I crave more blood! FEED ME HIS BLOOD!"
The mask began to glow red in my hands. The light emitting from my mask nearly blinded me. The last thing I could remember was putting the red mask up to my face. Then...Nothing.
I blacked out, apparently. And I didn't wake up in the best place. Or situation. I found myself in an alley... Covered in blood. I removed my shirt to check for any wounds. There weren't any. To make matters worse, the robber from the store was next to me, and he was dead.
"God. Then that means..."
I was covered in someone else's blood. So, shirtless, I ran to my house from the alley. When I arrived, I washed myself up. Obviously, I didn't want to be found in the bloody clothing, especially not someone else's blood. I had also discovered that the mask was in my hand when I awoke. However, it was free of any blood. There was something odd about this mask. I knew that much. So, I decided to experiment with it.
"I know there's something about you that got me in this mess. But what? What is it that is so special about you?" I asked the mask.
The mask made no response.
"Stupid mask!" I said, as I punched a glass vase in my ridiculous fit of rage.
The shards cut my hand. A drop of my blood fell on to the mask. I then heard the voice again.
"Blood... Blood! BLOOD!" Shouted the voice.
Then, the same pattern. Glow, putting the mask up to my face, then black.
"... Not again," I said.
I was in the back of a restaurant, covered in someone else's blood again, and again with the mask. I checked to see if I had my cell phone. Thankfully, I did. I decided to call my friend.
"Hello, Luna?" I asked.
"Yeah, Daniel?" She asked in response.
"Luna, meet me at uh... Berta's Restaurant in half an hour. It's downtown."
"Alright, but why?"
"I'll explain later. Actually, could you stop by my house and grab a change of clothes? The door should be unlocked, I think."
"Why? Oh my God, are you naked?!"
"Not exactly. I'll explain later, like I said. I don't really want to be seen in public right now."
Half an hour later, she drove into the parking zone in her blue mustang.
"What happened?! You'er covered in blood! Are you alright?" Luna asked.
"It's not mine, don't worry, I'm fine," I answered.
"Wait a minute... Whose blood is it?"
"Honestly, I have no idea. Hey, could you give me my clothes and turn around so I can change?"
Luna handed me the clothes and turned around. I began to change.
"Wait, Luna. Did you happen to bring a bag?" I asked her, fully clothed.
"No, why? Wait. Let me guess. You just realized that you have no where to put the bloody clothes?"
"Yeah, that about sums it up."
"Are the clothes dry, at least? Because if the blood is dry, you can put them in my car trunk, I guess."
"Yes, they're dry. Thanks so much."
I threw the stained clothes into her car trunk, and closed it.
"Now, how about we get some food? I'm starving," I said.
"Daniel, we need to talk," Luna said.
"Yeah, sure. What about?" I asked, chewing on a steak.
"Well. You know how you told me your door would be unlocked?"
"It wasn't just unlocked. It was busted open. And when I went inside, it was really messy. Like someone robbed it. Unless you don't like an organized house."
"What? I don't usually mess up the house. We have to go, right now!"
We-well, she paid for the food, and we left for my house. The moment we arrived, I immedeately searched the house. Like Luna said, it was messy. But...Nothing was missing.
"What's the deal? I'm guessing the guy didn't like my stuff?" I asked.
"Or...he needed a place to hide a body," Luna replied.
"Look over there!"
She pointed to the stairs leading down to my basement. There was a trail of blood leading downstairs.
"Oh, no. No no no no! This can't be happening! I really hope nothing bad is down there," I said.
"Well, I'm pretty sure that blood isn't helping that thought. Either way, there's only one way to find out," Luna said.
With that, I grabbed a glass shard, and proceeded downstairs. Luna followed.
"Hey, Luna." I said.
"Yeah?" She asked.
"How the hell did you not notice this before?"
"I'm not entirely sure... Maybe I was too busy looking for your clothes," Luna said with a stupid face.
"Well, now we have to go down there. Do you have a weapon? I have this shard."
"Yes I do. A gun."
"Since when do you carry a gun?"
"For about a month now."
"Good to know, I guess."
We reached the bottom of the stairs. I can never unsee what we saw at that moment. Mutilated, skinned bodies hanging off of chains. Some of them looked like they died recently. Blood was still dripping down their bodies.
"What the hell is this?" I asked.
"Did you do this?!" Luna asked, pointing the gun at me.
"No! I swear! How could I have done this? You picked me up yourself! Just put the gun down..."
"No! I'm out of here! I'll keep this a secret once, for old time's sake, but if you see me again, I'm calling the cops!"
She dashed up the stairs and left for what I thought would be the rest of my life. And that left me with...the bodies.
"What am I going to do about these?" I asked.
But I'm pretty sure I already knew the answer. I went through my house to find a trash bag and a large kitchen knife. It wasn't going to be pretty... But I had to do it. I proceeded back downstairs to the bodies. And one by one, I chopped all 24 bodies to bits, and stuffed the bodies into the bag. I then went back upstairs, and outside of my house. I had to hide the bodies somewhere, and I had a place in mind. I was heading towards my car, when...
"Hello, Daniel!" said my annoying neighbor Dean.
"Hello, Dean." I said.
"I noticed your lady friend dash out of the house."
"Kill him," I heard the familiar voice say.
"I said, your friend dashed out of the house."
"Kill him!" the voice said, louder than before.
"What?!" I said.
"Are you alright?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. She was in a hurry to go somewhere."
"Ah, that makes sense. Throwing out your garbage?"
"Uh... Yes. Yes I am."
"But the garbage truck doesn't arrive until Thursday. Today is Monday. And...wait, is that... Blood?"
I noticed that he looked at the trail of blood left by the bag.
"KILL HIM!" the voice shouted.
That was followed by a similar pattern of the symptoms from before. Glow coming from the mask that was still in my pocket, and me putting on the mask. But, something felt different this time. I didn't black out, at least not entirely. I was still conscious enough to see what was happening to me. I was changing. I can't exactly explain, but things about me changed. My clothes changed in a way, and I could see through... The mask. I think... I looked like a plague doctor. But, for some reason, that wasn't my main concern. All I could think about... Was blood. I had to kill Dean.
He made the 25th body.