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  Sabrina said goodbye as she left to go back to her house. Carly Beth closed and locked the front door. "Carly Beth!" Called her mother from the kitchen. "I left your duck costume on your bed. Why don't you go try it on!" Carly Beth looked at the kitchen door, puzzled. "Duck costume?" Carly Beth walked into her room. There was a large, yellow duck costume lying on her bed. She picked it up and looked at it, disgusted. "Great. A teenage girl in a fucking duck costume. That's real scary." She tore up the duck and threw the pieces in her garbage can. "I need to get Chuck and Steve them what it feels like." She walked over to her nightstand, picked up her purse, and rummaged through it. She pulled out fifty dollars. "Tomorrow, I'm going to that mask shop. Chuck and Steve are going to pay." She took off her clothes, and slipped into bed.

Carly Beth approached the "Halloween Novelty Shop". It was much less menacing in the daylight. She was glad. She opened the creaky front door. A bell chimed as she walked in. All around her were old, dusty masks of all sorts. Most notably, a gorilla mask, and a hideous witch mask. She looked around but couldn't see anything she liked. "These masks are shit..." she breathed. A tall bald man in a black suit walked up behind her. His face was terribly scarred. "May I help you?" He questioned. He had a mild Russian accent. Carly Beth whirled around, startled. "I...I...I'd like to buy a mask please." The man's cold, dark eyes seemed to peer into her soul. "We are closed. I cannot help you." The man turned and fiddled with a mask. "I'll only be a couple of minutes, I just really need a mask." The man moved to another mask. "Fine, you have five minutes." A phone rang and the man walked towards the front of the store. Carly Beth wandered through the aisles. Worthless mask after worthless mask. She sighed. Then, out of the corner of her eye she spotted a door. It was slightly open. A dim blue light shone out of the room behind it. She looked around to see if the man was near, then she quickly slipped into the room.

There were scientific vials and bottles everywhere. On shelves, on tables, even some on the floor. Then, she saw them. The most life like masks she had ever seen. Six of them. Lined up on a counter top. She scanned over them one by one. Her eyes stopped on the last one on the far left. It was pale greenish gray. With sharp pointy teeth and ridges over the eyes. It's eyes and mouth were fixed in a snarl. She reached to pick it up. Her hands touched the soft, flesh like mask. "No! What the hell do you think you are doing!" Carly Beth jumped and turned around. Eyes suddenly appeared in the mask, looked around, then disappeared again. Carly Beth stared at the scarred man standing in the doorway. "Please...I'm really sorry..." The man stared at Carly Beth. "You shouldn't be here...get out!" The man pointed at the doorway. Then he looked at the mask Carly Beth was holding. He moved forward quickly and placed his hand on the counter, staring into the empty eye sockets of the mask. "I'm sorry young lady, but these masks...are not for sale." The man moved down the line of masks, staring at each one. Carly Beth ran around behind him, grabbed the mask on the far left, threw her money at the man, and ran out the door. "No!" The man hollered after her. Carly Beth ran out of the store and stopped a little ways away. "What am I doing?" She turned to go back to the store. As she turned, the man closed the door and locked it. He stared at her from the store. She turned and looked down at the mask in her hands. "This is going to be great."

 Carly Beth walked into her room and closed the door behind her. She walked over to the mirror and stood there, staring at the mask. "This thing is so creepy." She looked at herself in the mirror one last time before she pulled the mask down over her face. It seemed to mold and form to her face, replacing her skin. "Wow..." She stared at her new self in the mirror. "This is going to be great" She said to herself again. She pulled a black trench coat out of her closet and put it on. She pulled off her skirt, and replaced it with a pair of old, faded jeans. She left her Jack Skellington T-Shirt on underneath her open trench coat. She looked at her new visage once more in the mirror then turned and walked out the door.

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