“Oh my God, Samantha,” Eric said. “Your Halloween costume is amazing.”
“Thanks, Eric,” Samantha said. “I’m so glad you like it.”
“How long did it take you to put on that makeup? And how did you get your eyes to look that way?” Eric asked.
“To be honest with you, Eric,” Samantha said, “I didn’t put on this makeup. I took off the makeup I usually wear.”
“I don’t understand what you mean, Sam,” Eric said.
“It’s really quite simple, Eric,” Samantha said. “This, what you see, is who I really am. We are all phantoms who put on a totally different face for all the world to see. We all put on our masks so that others can see us as we want them to see us. None of us is, deep down inside, who we appear to be.”
“That’s not true, Samantha, Eric said. “I’m a what you see is what you get kind of a guy. Now please stop this nonsense. You’re kinda freaking me out here.”
“Oh, Eric, are you really that naive?” Samantha asked. “Do you actually think you’re the person inside that you try so hard to get others to see?”
“Yes, of course,” Eric said. “I am who I am, nothing more, nothing less.”
Samantha reached out and grabbed Eric’s hand and led him inside the house to a large mirror in her bedroom. “Take a hard look in the mirror and tell me what you see,” she commanded.
“What the hell are you talking about, Sam?” Eric asked. “I see my reflection.”
“Close your eyes and open up to your true soul,” Samantha commanded. Eric felt a strange sensation overwhelm his body. “Now open your eyes,” she said, “and see who you really are under your mask.”
Eric slowly opened his eyes, looked in the mirror, and began to scream.
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Top photo credit: Kaia Pieters. Bottom photo credit: Google Images.