Video - The Haunted Mask: Lydia's Sinister Transformation

The mask lay in the attic, whispering promises to anyone who dared listen. Lydia found it, its eyes gleaming with a malevolent hunger. The moment she slipped it on, her reflection twisted—a sinister grin carved itself across her face. The mask tightened, melding with her skin. Lydia's memories began to dissolve, replaced by fragments of others who had worn it. She clawed at her face, but the mask laughed, a guttural sound that echoed her terror. Her voice faded to a whisper, "Who am I?" From the depths of the mask, a voice replied, "You are mine now." And Lydia was no more.