that mask

I wrote about this mask before. It’s hanging near the kitchen in the living room. I’ve hear faint sounds that were enough to make me look at the mask as if they came from it. Nothing ever drew my attention to look in that direction before. The mask is ugly and only used as a wall filler. I don’t know if it’s where I hung it, the thing was in a box until last month, but it whispers. The sound of a whispering male, I can’t make out what he’s saying. But it’s definitely what I hear. mask1This place I live in is eerily quiet, if there’s a sound that’s out of the ordinary I’ll hear it. It’s so quiet here if I think I’m going to take a 15 minute nap I’ll be asleep for hours because nothing wakes me up.  The last few days I haven’t been feeling well. I get sweating in the cold air and rain, then by the time I get home I’m so tired. Thursdays are my day off and I just wanted to stay in, turn up the heat and sleep. And I hate the heat, so I know I’m not feeling good now. I grabbed my blankets and pillows and headed for the couch this morning. Twice, the whispering mask woke me up. The second time I said “be quiet”. I never heard it again. That is until I cam up here to write this up. The mumbling whisper, followed by a quiet laugh. I looked into the hall at the stairwell, he knew I heard him…

 

 

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