"Ring~Ring"
Lucas rang the doorbell out of habit before muttering to himself, "ooh! Looks like she is busy with her shenaigans again", as he took out the keys out from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole, as the door opened with a soft-click sound.
Inside the room was dark, and the violet rays with a purplish-hue illuminated the room with a bare minimum amount of light, which painted the room with its colors.
There seated at the corner of the living-room was his grandma, by her favorite wooden chair which made a creaking sound as she peeped through the window seeing the last rays of the violet light dimming and bright-golden colour light flickering to life from cars, shops and lamp-posts.
He switched on the room's lights till it looked like a goddamn mansion with spacious rooms, as he was by no means from a poor family and an expensive chandelier adorned the ceiling reflecting the lights like a star,
As lucas went closer to her, she tilted her head due to the sudden bombardment of those lights, her white hair catching a gleam of silver with her cloudy eyes that had lost their shine due to her old age.
"And who are you, dear?" she asked gently tilting her head towards his direction.
Lucas felt the familiar tug in his chest as this wasn't the first time, he drew a shaky breath before adding playfullness into his voice,
"I am your grandson Lucas, Nana", he said as he walked towards the balcony with a smile on his face,
"Don't tell me you forgot me again, last time you pinky-promised me that you wouldn't, Nana".
Her face then softened and she giggled like a child before muttering, "Oh My, you have grown so tall Lucas, last time you barely reached my waist as you climbed for those sweets, such a cute boy you have grown into".
Lucas let her hand ruffle his head and rest for a moment before asking gently, "Did you eat tonight, Nana" and don't lie, because if you do i would probably know it in few minutes.
"Yes, I ate" she answered quickly, as though afraid of getting scolded.
Lucas gave her a skeptical look at first but decided to belive it after seeing her puff her cheeks like a child and decided not to push further,
Then slowly his grandmother lifted her shaky figure and reached out towards the cabinet near the door from which she took out something covered in a red-cloth, with her trembling hands she closed the doors and again sat on her wooden chair and carefully placed the object on her lap, and carefully began to unravel it withthe tenderness of releiving a memory.
Inside the cloth was a mask,
With intricate design painted on it with bold-colours with softer tones of golden and silver patterns on the edges, at first glance it resembled a clown's mask but at closer look one could see the splendid and sophisticated craftmanship done in creating the mask,
What is this grandma? Lucas asked, his eyes now held curiosity as this mask was heck lot of cool,
Grandma's eyes lit up clearer than before as she told him this was a mask made by her son, your father, he always had that little artistic-devil in him since childhood,
"And when is he comming... back from work" he should know that he shouldn't keep a old woman waiting.
The question tensed lucas for some time, but not for the first time as she had 'dementia' so she had long forgotten her memories and only remebered fragments of it, so it wasn't new for him,
Still maintaining his smile with a little heaviness behind it, he said "Soon Nana, he will come back soon".
She smiled at him saying,"Good, good looks like someone is going to get scolded again"
"Come on Nana, you need rest now lets get you back to bed",
She let him guide her towards her room, after he tucked her she gave him a sleepy smile and murmured something incoherently before drifting off to sleep.
Lucas stood by the doorway for a few minutes before she started snoring, he laughed a little and only when she was in deep sleep he closed the door lightly.
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Back in his room he plugged in his earphones and blasted a heavy metal music which he had saved to his playlist, he had liked it when he was playing a RPG-game in which it was a boss theme music,
But then....
As if someone was whispering his name, his brow furrowed at first he thought this was in that damn music, so he yanked-out one of the earphone but then felt as his own room was quiet-Infact too quiet.
He stepped out of his room the cold marble was now chilling against his bare-feet as he made his way through the hallways,
And there on the couch....
The mask
Lucas froze as he clearly remembered it placing it near the balcony cabinet, yet here it was resting almost too casually against the cushioned couch,
"What the hell? Is my schizophrenic borderline-horror dream comming true", he muttered under his breath.
Cautiously he stepped closer muttering a series of mixture of chant and prayers which he had heard during baptism or holy events which he liked to call it, and muttered them like a madman,
Then as if a whisper, so faint that he felt that it was him who was imagining it.
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As he finally blanked out, with now the mask attached to his face, as the smile painted on the mask seemed to grow wider and wider with each growing second before his own hand raised up like a stringed-marionette and pierced his chest with so much force that the blood spluttered on the back wall with a wet sound, followed with the sound of his ribcage cracking,
His chest now had bore a hole from which blood was dripping as now the same bloodied hand crushed his heart like a fruit pulp until it bursted and he convulsed on the cold marble floor with blood painting the white marble in a brilliant shade of red...