My name is Mask, and I am a mummy who died on November 13 BCE. How do I know the exact date, you ask? Well, I don't let's just say I have a strong connection to the afterlife, and I am well aware of my own demise. I met my unfortunate end when I was run over by a chariot in ancient Egypt. It was a tragic accident, but I like to think that my spirit lives on in the form of a mischievous mummy who loves to haunt and scare unsuspecting mortals on Halloween night.
As Halloween approaches, I can feel the energy in the air. It's the time of year when the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest, and I can sense the excitement building. People are carving pumpkins, decorating their homes with creepy decorations, and planning elaborate costumes. It's the perfect time for me to come out of hiding and have some fun.
I have been resting peacefully in my tomb for centuries, but I always make an appearance on Halloween night. As the sun sets and the moon rises, I begin to stir. I can feel the ancient magic coursing through my mummified veins, and I can't wait to join in the festivities.
I emerge from my tomb and make my way through the dark streets, watching as children trick-or-treat and adults attend Halloween parties. I blend in with the shadows, my tattered bandages billowing in the cool night air. I love the feeling of being invisible, the thrill of watching from the sidelines as the living go about their Halloween celebrations.
But tonight, I want to be more than just a silent observer. I want to be a part of the fun. I make my way to a nearby Halloween attraction, where people pay to be scared by actors dressed as monsters and ghosts. As I approach the entrance, I can hear the screams and laughter coming from inside. This is the perfect place for a mummy like me to cause a little mischief.
I slip inside the attraction, unnoticed by the living, and I wander through the dark corridors. I can sense the fear and excitement in the air, and I am thrilled to be a part of it. As I make my way through the haunted house, I use my ancient magic to create eerie sounds and strange shadows, sending shivers down the spines of the unsuspecting visitors.
I revel in the feeling of power as I watch people jump and scream at the sight of me. I may be ancient, but I still know how to give a good scare. As I weave my way through the attraction, leaving a trail of terror in my wake, I can't help but feel a sense of longing. I miss the feeling of being alive, of being a part of the world.
But as quickly as the feeling comes, it fades. I am a mummy, and I am destined to spend eternity in the afterlife. I may not be alive in the traditional sense, but on Halloween night, I come alive in my own special way. I am the Orange Mummy, the harbinger of Halloween scares, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
As the night wears on, I continue to roam the streets, spreading Halloween cheer in my own unique way. I visit haunted houses, scarecrow-filled corn mazes, and cemeteries lit by the eerie glow of jack-o'-lanterns. I revel in the chaos and excitement, the feeling of being a part of something bigger than myself.
But as the first light of dawn begins to creep over the horizon, I know that my time in the mortal world is coming to an end. I retreat to my tomb, the ancient magic that brought me to life slowly fading away. As I lay down on my stone slab, I close my eyes and smile. Halloween night may be over, but I know that I will rise again next year, ready to haunt and scare once more.
And so, I slip back into the peaceful darkness of my tomb, my green eyes closing for another year. But even in my slumber, I can't help but look forward to the next Halloween, when I will once again emerge as the Orange Mummy, ready to give a fright and have some mischievous fun.