The Hollow Mask"Wear me." It says. Youlook at the mask. It seamsharmless. A simple mask of black,white, and red. A perfect mask fora masquerade ball. "It won't hurt." It says asyou turn in around. You are greeted by a backof pure darkness. As you bring it towards yourface your nose is filled with the stench of deathand decay. The mask itself begins to change.It smiles. A smile of nightmarish proportions.Its teeth begin to elongate into fangs. The ribbonsat either side of it wrap around the back of yourhead. As your face makes contact with the back of themask its eyes begin to glow crimson and you no longerfeel it. In fact you no longer feel anything. For the maskhas now become a part of you. It is you.