One misty, dark night I saw an unusual thing scampering across the pavement floor. I froze in fright.

It ran into my house, I was scared to enter. Suddenly, I saw it run up to my mam. Eventually, it settled on top of my mums head. I asked her what happened to her face. Then she turned around. Her face wasnt there. In its place was a wooden Indian tribal mask. Her body was decapitated from her head, while her legs and arms screeched across the ceiling dripping with blood. I screamed! What had it done to my mam?