Festival of Masks: Death Wears a Familiar Face

After finding a bloodstained mask, Emily is pulled into a nightmarish game where festival-goers treat murder as entertainment, and her friends transform into either victims or hunters. As the body count rises, she discovers a horrifying truth: her mother’s death wasn’t an accident, and the festival’s supernatural force won’t let her leave until she embraces its bloody tradition.

With her sanity slipping and a mask that seems to have a mind of its own, Emily must uncover the festival’s dark secrets before the Midnight Toll rings. But in Fairbrook, taking off your mask might be the deadliest move of all.

Perfect for fans of dark fantasy and small-town horror, this atmospheric novella will make you think twice about what lies behind the masks we wear.

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In Fairbrook’s Shadow

In Fairbrook’s shadow, masks come alive,

A festival where nightmares thrive.

Smiles painted on, secrets underneath,

The town’s dark hunger bares its teeth.

Laughter echoes, but danger looms,

As chosen ones meet their dooms.

The Midnight Toll, a siren’s call,

Where masks don't hide, but bare all.

Beware the whispers, the coin’s soft chime,

For in Fairbrook, it’s always killing time.

The Festival of Masks, a cursed delight,

Where no one truly survives the night.