You never really realize, how your actions, though unmentionable at the time, could lead to a catastrophic turn of events that lead to devastation.

But I am ahead of myself.

That morning, started much like every other, dull, uneventful, and carried the smell of burned eggs because I cannot cook to save my life.

Walking out the door though, I happened upon a small booth of bright colors that had a small crowd gathering around.

Curious, and having nowhere in particular to go, I decided to get a closer look. The crowd looked very interested; in the moment I hadn’t taken the time to look at the crowd itself closely, for if I had, I would have seen that something was amiss. Alas, I’ve never been the observant type. But I’ll explain the crowd a little later.

The booth itself, was hardly anything remarkable, it being what appeared to be a miniature stage, with bright lights along the frame and bright red curtains blocking whatever it was making the noise.

Oh yes, I forgot to mention that, the almost nonexistent sound that could be easily missed. It wasn’t as creepy as it may sound, but I swear I could hear whispering; a faint voice that held no gender whispering things too faint to make out.

And me, of course the genius, opened the curtains.

Now, I know you were expecting me to reveal to you what I saw behind that curtain, upon the small stage. And to tell you the truth, I still wonder the same. For I never saw what lay behind the scarlet veil.

My next immediate memory after that was waking up in my bed to another dull morning.

Thinking , “Ah! Of course! It was but a dream, now I can proceed to get up and make my burnt eggs and carry on.” And so I did, first taking a detour to my bathroom to preform my morning ritual, when I was scared half to death with a loud “AHGH!” by my reflection, or rather the lack of what was reflected before me.

I had no face, at least, nothing resembling what was there yesterday, I had my eyes of course, but that was all that remained the same. The rest of what I could hardly call a face. Every feature was now a swirl of colors and sharp angles most unnatural and monstrous. I now wore a Picasso like profile that made me cower from my own reflection.

I want to take this time now to explain my vague description of the crowd from earlier; for if I had taken the time to glance at the people before me, I would have noticed their lack of human faces, and the unnaturally large smiles they wore as their whispers had me mesmerized under the bright lights, beckoning me ever so closely.

( I didn’t really follow the prompt but I hope whoever reads this still likes it )