User:The Spider Girl

Hello, my name is Maska. It's an odd name, yes, but it is a name nonetheless. It wasn't always my name though, I once had a normal one, well, normalish.

I grew up in a children's home from a young age, no one wanted to adopt me because of my 'mental issues'. Too much trouble on their account. I had visions of things, well, one thing that just kept coming back. It would stand in my doorway at night and watch me. Just standing, and watching, and standing even more. I always wanted to scream, but since I was seven I knew it would only cause an unwanted trip to the doctor's the next day and being dosed up on more medication. If I kept my mouth shut, they wouldn't force that vile stuff down my throat or inject me with it. I learnt to live with it. I learnt to not look at the door at night, to make sure to go pee-pee beforehand. It didn't work for long though. It started coming into my bedroom and stood by my bed, looking down at me. I hated it. I hated it with my whole body and soul and mind. I wanted it gone so badly. It left when I was ten. Vanished. Stopped appearing in my room. I should have been glad, but I wasn't, I was sad that the thing had gone. Not because I missed it, but because it meant the thing was terrorising someone else. They called him the Slender Man, they called him The Operator, they called him The Tall Man. But I called him The Administrator. Why? Because he administrates terror and pain. He's like the ghoulish receptionist to hell. Or, maybe, to another dimension. So it was that I lived out six years of avoiding looking at the Missing People's section of the newspaper, avoiding the news channels and trying not to listen to the other kids joking about disappearances.

I was just getting used to being normal again when I woke one night with the sudden urge to throw up. When I looked in the mirror after brushing my teeth to get rid of the taste, I saw him in the mirror. He was behind me. Except he wasn't. I was looking through the eyes of a boy named Talfrin. He was about my age and a little taller than me. He'd looked back at The Administrator while helping his friend, another boy, Dan, escape. Dan had hurt himself, sprained and ankle, and hobbled badly.

I had to do something. The Administrator had clearly forgotten about me and was now targeting two others. But what could I do? If he saw me, he'd know me and come for me. I doubted it would have forgotten someone he haunted for such a long time. So, I decided to take on a mask, both physically and mentally. I meditated for hours and hours before it came to me, no, she came to me. Maska. We shared a mind, we were one. So it was that I pulled on a pair of leather trousers, black boots, a strappy top and a black hoodie. I hid my face with a porcelain white mask with red lips and eyeholes painted with black in such a way that it tapered off at the sides to look like Egyptian style eyeliner.

I am Maska, and my mission, to hunt the shadows.