The
Mask Of Medusa
Connie
Werner Reichert
Susan is 25 year-old coffee house barista looking for some
fun in her life. One evening, she scoured the internet to
search for a scary mask for next weekend’s costume party.
Her lap top brought up Ebay, and Amazon. She patiently searched
these sites but to no avail. Then her browser brought up
Hallowen-mask.com. With their excellent customer service
and user-friendly web site, she ordered a simple mask of
Medusa and waited for her shipment.
Two
days later, Susan stood by her kitchen window of her modest
apartment and signed with relief when she heard a knock
on the door. The tanned and rugged UPS man asked her to
sign for her package.
“But,
the box is old and battered,” Susan complained. “This
was supposed to be sent first class!”
”There’s
nothing I can do. I’m sure the contents and just fine and
intact.”
The
UPS climbed into his truck and veered out of her driveway.
She padded into her kitchen still wearing her nightgown
and fuzzy slippers. An espresso machine hissed in the background.
Susan gingerly opened the box and lifted out of the box,
the most hideous mask of all.
“I
will be the ugliest, most frightening Medusa at the party!"
She smiled and donned the mask. Ouch! The latex fit rather
tight. Still wearing the mask, she stuck her head out the
kitchen window.
“Max!"
she called. "Where are you Max, your chicken livers
are ready!”
She
waited for her boxer’s thumping down the hallway. Max never
responded. Opening her screen door off the back patio, Susan
searched for her dog there. Following fresh footprints,
under the gladiolas, was Max. He is dead. Susan carried
his lifeless body into her car, and drove off to PetCare
Emergency Animal Hospital. When she arrived, they said there
was nothing they could do but bury him at the local Pet
Cemetery on Fowler Lane.
"Why didn’t they notice my Medusa Mask? Surely they
would have sent something."
Crying,
she tried to wipe her tears but that was impossible. She
climbed instead her white Toyota Camry and decided to visit
her mother.
“Hi Gorgeous,” greeted Susan’s mom. ‘I have missed you,
darling.”
“Ah,
mom, we talk on the phone several times a day but I had
to come see you because since this morning all the electricity
went out. My Nokia cell phone doesn’t even work. And now
Max is dead, What shall I do?"
“Well Susan, you look better than ever.”
“Stop joking around. What do you think my of my mask, Mother
“
”Have
you been using that doctor-approved oatmeal and olive oil
mask I sent to you, because your pores are tight and you
skin is glowing?"
“Mom. I have to go now. Sorry. There is something I have
to do!"
Back home, she looked into her mirrow.
"AHHHHGGGGGG!"
Her reflection was horrifying, with eight bouncing medusa
snakes erupting from her head.
"Why
can’t anyone see this mask but me. It’s possessed and I
know it killed Max! I’ve got to take this mask off! What
am I going to do?"
The next day, her mother was reported dead.
After several attempts, Susan was able to wriggle the Medusa
mask off, carefully without tearing her skin. She gingerly
placed it to the battered box and a secret smile graced
her lips.
“My
boyfriend has been bothering me, and he’ll be at that party,
Perhaps I will make use of this mask the best way I can.”
She said aloud.
The
package sat on the kitchen table and waited.