HM- Calling Carly Beth

And now it was calling me ... pulling me.
Carly Beth ... Carly Beth ...
Was the whisper only inside my head? The sound of my own name sent shiver after shiver down the back of my neck.
I knew what it wanted. I knew why it woke me up and called me from my bedroom.
It wanted me to uncover the metal box where I had buried it away. To unlock the box and free it. To pull it on again
this year. To let its evil sweep over me once more.
The Haunted Mask was ready to take over my mind again and force me to do its evil.
I couldn’t let that happen. I would never let that happen again.
But here I was, stepping into the dark storage room. Squinting at the piles of cartons and old furniture. Here I was,
unable to fight it.
My legs trembled as I lifted the first box. Shivering in my thin nightshirt, I pulled the heavy carton off the pile and set
it down beside me. Then I reached for the next carton.
“I can’t stop myself!” My voice came out in a choked whisper.
I wanted to turn away. I wanted to run. Instead, I bent and pulled the metal box out from its hiding place. An old
black box with a heavy clasp. I let out a gasp. The box felt WARM!
What was I doing? Why couldn’t I stop my hands?

-Chapter 1