Ring~Ring
Lucas rang the doorbell out of habit before muttering to himself, "ooh! Looks like she is busy with her shenaigans again", taking out the keys from his pocket, he inserted it into the keyhole.
The door opened itself with a soft-click sound.
Inside the room was dark, and the violet rays with a purplish-hue illuminated the room with a bare minimum amount of light, which painted the room with its colors.
There seated at the corner of the living-room was his grandma, by her favorite wooden chair which made a creaking sound as she peeped through the window seeing the last rays of the violet light dimming and bright-golden colour light flickering to life from cars, shops and lamp-posts.
He switched on the room’s lights till it looked like a goddamn mansion with spacious rooms, as he was by no ans from a poor family and an expensive chandelier adorned the ceiling reflecting the lights like a star,
As lucas went closer to her, she tilted her head due to the sudden bombardnt of those lights, her white hair catching a gleam of silver with her cloudy eyes that had lost their shine due to her old age.
"And who are you, dear?" she asked gently tilting her head towards his direction.
Lucas felt the familiar tug in his chest as this wasn’t the first ti, he drew a shaky breath before adding playfullness into his voice,
"I am your grandson Lucas, Nana", he said as he walked towards the balcony with a smile on his face,
"Don’t tell you forgot again, last ti you pinky-promised that you wouldn’t, Nana".
Her face then softened and she giggled like a child before muttering, "Oh My, you have grown so tall Lucas, last ti you barely reached my waist as you climbed for those sweets, such a cute boy you have grown into".
Lucas let her hand ruffle his head and rest for a mont before asking gently, "Did you eat tonight, Nana" and don’t lie, because if you do i would probably know it in few minutes.
"Yes, I ate" she answered quickly, as though afraid of getting scolded.
Lucas gave her a skeptical look at first but decided to belive it after seeing her puff her cheeks like a child and decided not to push further,
Then slowly his grandmother lifted her shaky figure and reached out towards the cabinet near the door from which she took out sothing covered in a red-cloth, with her trembling hands she closed the doors and again sat on her wooden chair and carefully placed the object on her lap, and carefully began to unravel it with the tenderness of releiving a mory.
Inside the cloth was a mask,
With intricate design painted on it with bold-colours with softer tones of golden and silver patterns on the edges, at first glance it resembled a clown’s mask but at closer look one could see the splendid and sophisticated craftmanship done in creating the mask,
What is this grandma? Lucas asked, his eyes now held curiosity as this mask was heck lot of cool,
Grandma’s eyes lit up clearer than before as she told him this was a mask made by her son, your father, he always had that little artistic-devil in him since childhood,
"And when is he comming... back from work" he should know that he shouldn’t keep an old woman waiting.
The question tensed lucas for so ti, but not for the first ti as she had ’dentia’ so she had long forgotten her mories and only rebered fragnts of it, so it wasn’t new for him,
Still maintaining his smile with a little heaviness behind it, he said "Soon Nana, he will co back soon".
She smiled at him saying,"Good, good looks like soone is going to get scolded again"
"Co on Nana, you need rest now lets get you back to bed",
She let him guide her towards her room, after he tucked her she gave him a sleepy smile and murmured sothing incoherently before drifting off to sleep.
Lucas stood by the doorway for a few minutes before she started snoring, he laughed a little and only when she was in deep sleep he closed the door lightly.
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Back in his room he plugged in his earphones and blasted a heavy tal music which he had saved to his playlist, he had liked it when he was playing a RPG-ga in which it was a boss the music,
But then.
As if soone was whispering his na, his brow furrowed at first he thought this was in that damn music, so he yanked-out one of the earphone but then felt as his own room was quiet-Infact too quiet.
He stepped out of his room the cold marble was now chilling against his bare-feet as he made his way through the hallways,
And there on the couch....
The mask
Lucas froze as he clearly rembered it placing it near the balcony cabinet, yet here it was resting almost too casually against the cushioned couch,
"What the hell? Is my schizophrenic borderline-horror dream comming true", he muttered under his breath.
Cautiously he stepped closer muttering a series of mixture of chant and prayers which he had heard during baptism or holy events which he liked to call it, and muttered them like a madman,
Then as if a whisper, so faint that he felt that it was him who was imagining it.
"A d.r...e..a....m"
Shit!, lucas shouted with desperation, as the mask grew heavier in his hands, his vision started blurring , his knees buckled themselves as darkness closed muttering the sa thing again and again and again like a broken whisper haunting his mind,
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He finally blanked out, with the mask now attached to his face, as the smile painted on the mask seed to grow wider and wider with each growing second before his own hand raised up like a stringed-marionette and pierced his chest with so much force that the blood spluttered on the back wall with a wet sound, followed with the sound of his ribcage cracking,
His chest now had bore a hole from which blood was dripping, the sa bloodied hand pulled itself out with a sickening wet sound and crushed his heart like a fruit pulp until it bursted and he convulsed on the cold marble floor with blood painting the white marble in a brilliant shade of red...
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