Tim arrived at a hotel that night. He went up to his room and plopped down on the bed. He was tired, but he didn't want to sleep. He knew what nightmares awaited him. He knew he didn't want to see them.
Tim sat up straight in bed. His heart was racing. He was back at his house. He looked around, blackness. Nothing. What he could see was a pale blank face in the darkness. It was devoid of facial features. Tim could hear static echoing in the back of his mind, he stepped out of bed and began to make his way towards the face. He realized what he was doing and stumbled back in shock. He brought his hands up to his face, his blood ran cold when he realized what his hands greeted. It was that damned mask. The same mask that ruined his life. The same mask that he dreaded. He tried to pry it off, but was unable. He pulled and tugged, but it never came off. It was practically attached to his skin. He looked back over at the pale face. It was closer now