She sent me her mascara

MASCARA.JPEG: She sent me the remains of her mascara..

I looked up from my cold bed, hearing my phone ding. My friend had texted me a picture. A picture of what? Something unexpected, the average person may say. It was a picture of left over mascara. Why did I wake up for this? I fell back asleep.. not knowing this was one of my last peaceful nights I was going to have.

The next morning I awoke to a clash. I searched the house but I found no evidence. I checked my phone to see if someone had texted me about the noise. I saw the text.
The mascara.
It spelled out, "I'm going to kill you." But how? It was simply left over mascara. I looked at my phone again. It was a normal picture. The one I remember from the night I received the text. The mascara.. dried up, empty, you could say. I saved the picture to my computer, forgetting about the clash from the morning.

The picture was named MASCARA.jpeg.

I don't know if they had managed to name it that.. or just Apple's weird naming ways. I opened it in paint, zooming in on the picture. I was going to figure out how I saw it say that. I've heard of stories like this before. Haunted video game cartridges -- fake video games -- haunted televisions -- friendships taking a turn for the worse. I wasn't going to let this happen to me. I stood up and got myself a donut. I was going to be sitting here for hours -- possibly the entire day. I opened the file in Paint, and put it on the side of my screen. I opened up Photoshop Elements 8 (Pirated to me from my friend.)
I placed Photoshop Elements on the side of my screen.. and opened MASCARA.jpeg. The file was different. The colors.. inverted. I saw white dots. I connected the dots, and they spelled out.. something completely different than what I assumed it would.

"SAY GOODBYE."

The words uttered in my head.

Say goodbye?

Was this one of those.. simple nightmares?

Surely my friend wasn't plotting to kill me. I opened up Epicmafia. I joined the 6p, which was the only size up this early in the morning. There they were. The friend I was questioning. Why were they here? I sent the letter. "a," specifically. I checked the timestamp. They had been sitting here for.. 652 minutes. They left, immediately. As if they sensed I was onto them. But, how could my friend, my friend who I trusted to never do me any harm-- Do something so cruel? Were they really plotting against me? I couldn't tell. I couldn't understand. My senses were fogged. I couldn't figure out their true intentions. I was --- There it was. Another clash.

I heard a scream. I rushed out into the living room where the clash came from -- makeup scattered all around. There was nothing there. Except remnants of makeup, leftovers, actually. They seemed to spell out.. RUN. And then I fainted. I hadn't gotten out of there fast enough.

I woke up at about 4 am, and questioned if what had happened as a dream or not. I texted my friend. "u up?" Immediately they replied, as I expected. I saw the picture. The picture I analyzed, the picture I checked, the picture I was terrified of. The picture haunting me.

MASCARA.jpeg.

I asked my friend, "why did u send me that mascara?" But.. my friend acted as if that had never happened.

"What mascara?"

"the picture..?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"u sent me a pic of leftover mascara. at 3:43 AM, Friday.

"That's a lie. I would never."

"Unlike [REDACTED.] I would never plot against you."

"but you did"

"Never, why are you saying this? Do you not trust me?"

"i don't know, i am going back to bed."

I turned off my phone.

I went back to sleep.

I slept peacefully throughout the night, until I woke at 5 AM with makeup on the walls of my room.

I immediately stood up. I walked into the living room.

The makeup was still there.

It wasn't a dream. It was real.

But.. How could it?

They wouldn't hurt me like this.

I know that. They're my friend.

..Right?

I stood up cleaning up the mess. There were marks on the floor.

I didn't know what any of this meant.

My head was fogged. What was any of this than just a nightmare?

Then I saw the mascara.

The mascara. The leftovers. From the picture.

I stood there in shock. There was blood around them.

Who..

Who's blood?

Whose.

Whose, maybe?

It wasn't the time to be correcting my own head's grammar.

Anyway, I had to get to the bottom of this.

My friend, who lives all the way in Texas..

I had to meet them. Somehow.

I was going to get on a plane. I was going to fly there.

I needed to figure this out once and for all. I wasn't going to let it haunt me for the rest of my life.

I didn't know where my family was, but, honestly? That was the least of my concerns at the moment.

I hurried onto the plane.

I didn't pay for a ticket.

I needed to get to Texas as soon as possible.

I rushed past everyone, making no eye contact.

I broke one of the windows, ran onto the plane. Hid in the bathroom.

Obviously they were going to have to fix the window before taking off, so as I predicted, they fixed the window.

I waited for everyone to board the plane.

I stayed in the bathrom.

Bathroom, even. Fuck.

Someone ended up knocking on the bathroom door.

I just kind of made some like, cat noises. And dog barking, sort of.

They left eventually. I don't know what they did.

Maybe they peed outside the door. That would be gross.

But I'd rather not think about that.

I'm a stowaway. Off to the prison of.. Texas.

I had bigger issues to think of.

How was I going to meet my friend?

How would they not suspect I was just.. trying to break into their house.

Because, I mean, that is what I'm going to do.

I could kill them?

But they'd kill me before I could kill them. They might be innocent, too.

So that is a bad plan.

I realized I had been speaking out loud.

People were groaning outside of the plane bathroom door. Shit.

I. Couldn't get out. I just stayed in the bathroom.

Then I heard that we were landing, somewhere.

Hell if I know anything about planes.

Maybe they said Sacramento. Or maybe they said Dallas, Texas.

Either way we were landing and it was time to make a run for it into someone's bag.

As soon as it was quiet, I barged out of the bathroom.

I slapped a flight attendant in the face.

I ran. I fucked up.

Then the mascara flashed in my thoughts.

MASCARA.jpeg>

MASCARA.jpeg, I mean.

Sorry. My thoughts have a few typos. Not my fault. Stop judging me.

Anyway, I ran off the plane. I was going to make the rest of this trip on foot.

There was no way in Hell I was gonna be able to get on that plane again.

I could try another plane.

But they're probably alerting everyone. So that wasn't a good idea.

I jumped into a Sacramento like.. 666. Was it 666? 666, probably. Taxi. It had 6's on it.

I told them, step on it. Austin, Texas.

They told me that would be a lot of money. I said I'll pay them. (I wasn't going to.)

I fell asleep as soon as I relaxed.

Then I got a text, which woke me up.

Leftover.. blush?

Was that blush? I don't know two shits about makeup.

I'm saying it is blsuh.

Blush.

Actually, I said I was going to make the trip on foot.

I ended up taking a taxi.

Huh. Weird, isn't it.

I tried to ignore the text and fell back asleep.

In my dreams, I saw MASCARA.jpeg.

God.

Then my taxi driver woke me up at like. 10 am? Texan time.

I had slept for like. two days.

Three??

That guy drives for a long time.

I think he might've been a robot.

Whatever though, I jumped out of the taxi. (I didn't pay him.)

(He was so tired I don't even think he noticed.)

So, I stopped in the first Dennys I saw.

Are there Dennys in Texas?

Eh. There was one here and I was gonna get a map.

I went inside. I got a map. Now, time to go to the city.

I found them in maybe an hour. I acted like it was a ---

Ahh.

Blood red make up.

What the fuck.

That is literally blood.

I tried to keep a smile and said, "Hey Rose this is me Ally. Let me in."

My friend happily obliged. Happily? Maybe they were going to kill me.

Menacingly.

They menacingly obliged.

I went inside. Well, shit. There's the make up. The leftover mascara.

MASCARA.jpeg.

Maybe it wasn---

I passed out.

I woke up in like. A Texas basement.

A Texan basement?? I guess.

So, anyway, basically, I was about to die.

There were like. Makeup markings on me. Like they were trying to figure out how exactly to kill me.

You feel me? I honestly thought they were about to kill me when I woke up.

Woke up, even.

You know, I looked down on the floor and there was. A lot. Of.. blood red makeup??

Or was that actually bloody.

Blood.

I think that is actual blood. Nevermind.

That is actual blood. So my friend came down stairs with like. A makeup knife.

They stared at me.

I mean. I had to think of a plan, quick.

I closed my eyes and acted like I was asleep.

My friend ran up to me. Wait. I just realized they did my makeup. While also figuring out how to kill me.

Why.

Why would you do that.

So, I kicked them. I got the hell out of there.

Just kidding.

That would be the happy ending. I nearly died.

I kicked them, they stabbed me, I was like. Chained up? On this fancy-ass sofa. Which was cut in half. And it was kinda like.

Wall padding.

It was on the wall. I don't know but I was chained up to that and that was nailed into the wall.

I was kinda stuck there.

Then I realized I still had my phone in my pocket. If i could just reach it and somehow dial .. Texas 911?

Does Texas even have 911???

What is Texas. I was really lost and afraid.

All I know is my friend just tried to kill me, I was about to die, and I had to get out of there.

Rose's blood.. red.. mascara. Yeah that. That didn't make things any better

(It was actual blood. Made into makeup!! What the fuck!!)

I tried to grab my phone.

Eventually after 50 tries, I managed.

I dialed 911.

I told them,

"So, my friend is trying to kill me."

"I'm at [what is pearlnet's address, even. i forgot.]

"

"Hurry. Please. I'm literally dying here."

"Not in the comedic way."

I kinda just. Waited there until I heard police cars and firetrucks.

I blacked out.

I woke up in a.. Texas Hospital. County hospital, actually.

Then I blacked out again.

I woke up at my own local hospital. They said I had been found all the way in Texas and they brought me back here to be with

my family.

I was going to have to stay there for weeks, they said.

Maybe months depending on how fast the injuries heal from the incident.

All I was for sure of was that I would never be the same.

I asked someone to bring me my laptop and my phone.

I factory reset my laptop as soon as they brought it and broke my phone immediately.

I was never going to be the same ever again.

I was never going to let MASCARA.jpeg take over my life again.

This was a true story.

I know, because I experienced it.

TL;DR: Don't question leftover mascara pictures.