Mister Zippy
He found the mask stuffed away in a corner of the attic of the new house. “New” was a generous way to describe the old, creepy dust trap. The place was a moldy hunk of junk rotting from the inside out, like bad fruit. It was in the middle of nowhere, thirty minutes outside of town. Everything about it screamed “not interested” in Logan’s brain, but Candice was in love with it, convinced she could work her magic on it and turn it into a piece of art, and Logan was in love with Candice and if living inside an old, disgusting house while she remodeled it made Candice happy, then Logan was happy. Besides, Logan had seen examples of houses that Candice had redesigned before, and if she could make this house look like any of those earlier ones, they’d be living in a house most couples would kill for in a year.
He had been busy sweeping up all the cobwebs and dust bunnies when he made his discovery. Candice’s plans for the empty attic were to transform it into a comfy home office for Logan, which he was particularly excited about. After sweeping up a particularly extraordinary amount of dust, creating a whirlwind that sent him into a coughing fit, he saw the mask looking up at him with its empty eye holes.
It was a rubber mask, the kind that wrapped all the way around the head, giving the wearer an absolutely new one. The face looked like an old Howdy Doody doll with freckled cheeks, buck teeth, and…
