As I reached the bottom of the stairs the whispering was louder and coming from down the hall. I was hoping that whispering was not coming from the room full of masks that relatives kept giving me, but that I did do something with them. Wouldn't you know it as I was slowly walking down the hall and found myself at the door to the 'mask' room the door right across slightly squeaked open. Do I dare peek? I asked myself. I wonder if curiosity did kill the cat in situations like this. I started to open the door slowly.
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