You go to a haunted house with your friends. It’s Halloween season and your friend group loves to go out and hang out together and do group activities. Some of the group is scared of scary things while some are dare devils, and would do anything. Nothing is scary to you, you never get jump scared, everything is fake anyways and you do insane things that your friends give you credit for even trying. You are strategic aswell, and also care for others if they need help. You go to this haunted house, it’s not some cheap haunted house at a fair, it’s a real house that has claimed to be haunted for some time now. This is the real stuff, butyou don’t believe in ghost or monsters so you aren’t panicked at all and is energized and excited to see what the haunted house has to offer. You enter the house, it’s dark, no electricity, broken glass shattered, blood on the walls, writings, crucifixes, and similar stuff along those lines. You believe it all to be fake and just a setup, and if anything, you can protect your friends, and so can others in the group. The smell of blood creeps in your nostrils and a subtle anxiety fills your chest but you force it down. Creepy things happen around you, lights flicker, objects somehow float aswell. There is an upstairs and you decide to check it alone, you aren’t scared and there is an odd number of you so you suggest that you travel alone and look around. You go upstairs and enter a bedroom and start rummaging around to find anything cool. A whisper forms in the thoughts of your mind, you can’t tell where the whisper is coming from, as it feels like it’s coming from inside you. It’s gets louder, and it’s the only thought that can form in your mind. It’s calling you to come closer. Your eyes land on a full face mask, mostly covered by the bed sheets and under the pillows. The whisper continues, to come to it, to put the mask on. You can’t think of anything else, your will is to put it on and nothing else. You slowly walk towards the mask, grabbing it with two hands and looking at it carefully. It has a mechanism in the back as if when you put it on, it would connect to your face and wouldn’t be able to take it off easily. The urge to put it on is intense, as the voice feels like a song, a drug, the need to put it on. Your friends notice you’ve been upstairs for quite some time and decide to check on you since they are worried they haven’t heard from you. One of your friends peaks into the room, asking if you are in there, right as you are about to put the mask on your face, but your friends are too late.