Hatbox Ghost Mask Novels & Stories

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ Silvio thrust a massive, daunting brown jacket towards me, along with a mask and a cap, his voice dripping with urgency, "Put these on." Without a moment's hesitation, I donned the jacket, hastily throwing it over my attire, while placing the cap on my head. I proceeded to conceal my face beneath a pitch-black mask, leaving only my eyes exposed to the world.

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

The voice said laughing ass out. “I’m neither a male nor a female, call me GATA” The voiced said again. I was trembling. My catarrh running down to my lips. Creeping it way into into my mouth. It was neither sweet nor bitter but I felt discomfort in my throat. GATA was putting on a black velvet loose-fitting garment , having a hood. Her dress complimented with a red colored hat The hood covered ......... face Confusion hit me hardly. What would I refer GATA to?

It was all black and well fitted, they had a full head covered face mask that concealed their blonde hair and that had only a human skull drawn in front of it. "We look like low budget super heroes", Andrew teased. "Yeah, It was all Mark's Idea", Lucas said laughing. Mark's face was covered by his full head mask, but he laughed through it, even though neither Lucas or Andrew could see his facial expression. "I like it, it has a skull in front representing death to vampires. It's midnight, it's time", He said, as he removed his mask. He couldn't go out of their apartment wearing it. Lucas and Andrew both removed their mask as they placed it in a small backpack and headed out of the apartmen

Still nothing happened. When the dust settled, an ugly sneer twisted through their throats. Suddenly, their heightened senses of sight and hearing were restored and almost instantly the sound vanished. A young girl about twelve years of age, wearing a foul robe of dark brown, stood at the top of the broken staircase. With a swift turn of her head, she gazed down at them, her face set in a cold, cruel smile. Her eyes looked like empty pits in the darkness, and her long, thin mouth opened in a hideous, cackling laugh. A twisted grin covered the right side of her face, and gleaming white fangs dripping with red blood stared back at them. An evil leer smeared across her face. In a voice like sto

“What? You don’t want to. Shall I go down my knees and suck your dick. Ooohh! I forgot! You don’t have one anymore. What to do?” “I am rather in a good mood. Don’t sully it!” He took out a white mask from his pocket and put it on my face. “Wear this, I don’t want someone seeing your face, especially your eyes. Leave it to tonight’s winner,” he laughed then disappeared around the corner talking to one of the guards.

“That does little to reassure me.” Brandon leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Everyone here wears masks. Staff included. Patrons remain anonymous, and identities are protected. Think of it as… academic masquerade.” Hart reached into a sleek black box resting beside him and produced a finely crafted mask. It was matte black with subtle silver detailing—elegant. “For you,” he said, offering it with a small smile. Noah hesitated before taking it. The material was smooth beneath his fingertips, cool and unfamiliar. It concealed the upper half of his face—just enough to render him unrecognizable.

Elena's POV The mask was a delicate, laser-cut piece of obsidian lace that felt like a spider clinging to my face with cold, spindly legs. It obscured my eyes, casting the world into a fractured, shadowy peripheral where every guest looked like a potential executioner. In the mirror, I didn’t recognize the woman staring back. The dress for tonight was a deep, blood-red velvet—a color of passion, or perhaps a color of warning. It was heavy, the skirt rustling with a low, ominous sound every time I moved, echoing the frantic, erratic throb of my heart.

With his other hand, he reached up and slowly removed the Ghostface mask. My eyes widened. What the fuck???