Abdul smirks. It is not a pretty sight. “You haven’t seen anything yet! There is something happening in China next year. I don’t know the details, but believe me, the world will never be the same. You will want to be on the right side when it happens!”
As you slowly walk and talk, you arrive at Torr’s Hotel. Rachel has hurried ahead with the mask and is has miraculously managed to obtain a hotel room. The exhausted concierge directs you to room 304, where Rachel is waiting, slightly out of breath.
“Is that the Mask?” asks Abdul. “Give it to me, and I will take it back to Ms. Shafik.”
“I’m not sure if this is what she had in mind” says Dermot. “I think she mentioned some particular markings on the inside...”. He leans towards the mask just slightly and squints, hoping Abdul goes in to have a look. The mask is a carved wooden African mask with four hideous faces perched atop a thick, corded neck with a basket-like reed, feather, and a fabric collar.
“Yes, very odd markings, very interesting, illuminating if I may humbly add”, says Art. Abdul obligingly leans in closer, and Rachel snaps the mask over his face!
As soon as the mask is placed on Abdul’s head, the collar constricts around his face, holding it tightly in position, his agonized grimace clear to all onlookers.
He staggers back, clawing at the mask frantically, but then collapses to the floor, his entire body convulsing. You can hear him screaming through the fabric of the mask;
Y'AI'NG'NGAH
YOG-SOTHOTH
H'EE-L'GEB
F'AI THRODOG
UAAAH!
Abdul goes limp, and the mask seems to loose its grip on his head, slowly sliding off. He is drooling and staring into space with a blank expression, blood flowing from his eyes. He looks at you but does not seem to register your presence. His mind is gone.
There's a banging on the hotel wall. "Hey, keep it down in there! People are trying to nap!"
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