“Hi, you’ve reached Grace. Please leave a message.”
“Grace, baby, where are you? Listen, I’m still at the mansion. I couldn’t get the shroud. I don’t think I’m going to make it out of here. I’m hiding in the basement and something’s breaking through the door.
“The gathering wasn’t a party. It was a ritual. The guests had to wear masks with weird symbols on them. I snuck away and found the shroud in the study but the host was casting some kind of spell on it. I can’t get the words out of my head.
“Shit, it’s almost through the door!
“Once the spell started, the masks wouldn’t come off. Everyone was screaming and running but they locked us in. The shroud inflated like something was growing in it. Then a… thing slid out of it, like a puddle of skin with eyes and teeth. It devoured anyone wearing a mask and it kept getting bigger.
“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, Grace. You were right. I shouldn’t have taken this job. I love you so much. Please, you have to take Bobby and get out of town now.
“Oh no…
“Grace, one last thing. The shroud is-”
About the Creator
Jason Huls
Horror writer. Filmmaker. Podcaster. M.F.A. in Digital Cinema from DePaul University. Member of the Horror Writers Association. I talk about writing and filmmaking.
Author site: JasonHulsWrites.com
Film Production: TenWingMedia.com
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