Charlie had nothing to wear to the Halloween party, so he ran to his mother, complaining. She had the solution of reusing old costumes. Charlie groaned, but it was his only option. He entered the attic, spotting the costumes. Charlie made a quick pick, landing on the clown mask. He put it on, chuckling at his own dismay. Charlie’s laughter, however, died down once he realized the mask began molding around his face. He screamed for his mother, but it was inaudible. Instead, a fixed, gruesome smile painted its way onto his face as he became one with the mask.
Editor’s Note: This story was written in response to a Creative Writing prompt asking for a story with exactly 100 words, no more and no less.
