The Creepy Mask

Hullo Jammers! So today, I wanted to tell those of you who don't know about a Jamaaliday gift we got this year.

Look familiar? I believe it's called the Gingerbread Mask. But, sadly, we can't know for sure, because this item has no name.

See? This item takes the name of whatever item you moved your mouse over last. If you see it in a trade, the name will be that weird number combination, #6228. It also shows nothing in the nametag when opened in any sort of gift, Jamaalidays or not. Plus, it stares at you with those dead eyes, like O,O

Hehe, now I made up a creepypasta for this mask, so, um, read if you are bored, I suppose!

The Jamaaliday Nightmare ( Don't you just LOVE my bold text? :P)

Miss Windyspirit bounced up the cinnamon roll pathway of her winter home. Joy for the Jamaalidays, her favorite time of year, showed in her every step. Reaching the front door, she noticed a box sitting on her porch. " Aww, someone left me a gift!", she exclaimed as she picked it up. Turning it over in her paws, she found a small tag and read it. " This gift will stay with you forever.", Miss read. Opening the box, she found a small mask with a smiling face, seemingly made of gingerbread, staring up at her. " Oh, how cute! I love it!" Miss smiled as she took the mask inside.

That night, Miss sat the mask gingerly on her chair, then crawled into bed, snuggling deep into her covers. Suddenly, she had a sinking feeling someone, or something, was watching her. She shut her eyes tighter, trying to ignore the prickling fur on the back of her neck. Just as she finally started to drift into sleep, a thump made her eyes flash open. She sat up and peered around her dimly lit room, but saw nothing. " I guess i'm letting my imagination get the best of me again!", Miss sighed. Turning back around, she prepared to get back in bed, but as she lay down, she felt as if she were laying on rock. Pulling her covers down and sitting up again, she saw what had felt so hard.

A gingerbread mask with eyes made of bright white icing smiled eerily up at her from the bed.

Miss stared, not blinking, for a moment, before shaking her head and setting it back on her chair. " I must have accidentally put it back in my bed. My mind REALLY needs a rest tonight!", she giggled. " Still, though, I could have sworn I put it on the chair..."

The sun shone brightly through the windows the next morning as Miss got out of bed and stretched. " Ahh! I haven't slept like that for a long time!", Miss yawned. Turning to get her jacket, she stopped suddenly, noticing that her mask was not there. She looked around wildly, finally finding it sitting on the floor just behind her. " Oh, silly me! I must have knocked it off!", she laughed nervously. She picked up the mask, but this time, sat it in her dresser drawer. Sighing with relief, she hopped downstairs for breakfast. But, as she reached the bottom of the stairs, there was the mask. Miss' eyes widened, but she hopped over the grinning face and quickly out the door.

During the next two days, Miss spotted the mask just about everywhere. She tried hiding it under her bed, in her closet, even outside in her shed. But, no matter how hard she tried, somehow she always saw the mask's grinning face right by a few moments later. " What is going on!?", Miss screamed, getting scared. " Leave me alone, you creepy mask!!" But still, the mask followed her. In fact, it seemed that she was always finding it under her paws, a few seconds after she left it. Miss, now terrified, thought frantically of a way to get rid of it. " This gift will stay with you...forever.", she recited in an anxious whisper. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she grabbed the mask and ran out the door, into the deep snow. She carried it far from her house, finally digging a hole in the snow and burying it. " That just about does it!", Miss exclaimed as she finished covering the item up with snow again. " I'll have no more trouble with this anymore!" 

But, at her front door, there it was.

And it appeared there, with the same eerie, smiling face, waiting for Miss, and Miss alone, from then on.

Hope y'all liked that story! Have a happy Jamaalidays everyone, and remember to Party Hard, Be Kind, and Jam On!!!