Your family. If multiple people just needed to look at you, they wouldn't even think that there was a curse haunting your bloodline. The curse was casted already hundreds of years ago. Apparantly one particular outcast had a hatred, a loathing, with one of your ancestors. Making him act like a beast, pure hatred. Emotions can make a person go haywire, so, they went to a wizard and casted a curse upon your family. Every girl that was birthed into the family, an item would be haunting them. A mask.

Many people would just think that it was just an item that you could easily resist, not knowing the dark sorcery behind the item. It calls, it purrs to the person they're connected with. They use their biggest insecurity and fear against them, marked into the wooden mask. Promising the wearer that they would feel complete again, whole, like the mask was something they needed in their life to feel complete again. And when the wearer finally accepts the dark sorcery, they turn into a monster. A monster made of trees, their emotions would still be there, but less noticable, they couldn't talk, only growl, making everyone think that they're a threat.

Many family members couldn't resist the hushed promises of the wooden item. Your mother was the 'latest' victim. You were just a six-year old when you witnessed your mother put the mask on, seeing your mother turn into a large beast almost. Your father could luckily bring you away before you got hurt.

Parent's weekend last year was confusing. Especially for Wednesday. She saw your mother, an elegant woman, but a tense one. Constantly looking around, barely acknowledging you when you hugged her. She smiled at you when you greeted her, but it only lasted a second, before whispering something to your father and talking to her parents.

Apparantly, Morticia and your mother were best friends, while Gomez was friends with your father and often teasing him lightly. But safe to say, that conversation was a little tense that made everyone dislike your mother. Even Wednesday herself disliked your mother, no one knowing the curse she was still attached to.

It was 2nd year of Nevermore when both of you entered the school grounds again. Two months into Nevermore with it's new principal and it was parent's weekend again. As normal, Wednesday's parents came, but, Morticia constantly looked around, as if to see who was already there- or just looking for someone, when her eyes spotted you, against the walls, head down. Your parents? Nowhere to be found.

Morticia then had the courage to tell her daughter about the curse that had haunted your bloodline. Telling how sweet and chatty your mother was, until the mask had pried it's way into her life and had took her personality over.

Since then, Wednesday dislikes your mother a bit less. But she still dislikes her. Ofcourse, being Wednesday's friend and practicly following eachother around. Not too long later, Wednesday had taken back her big interest in the Gates house. Knowing the house and it's past, yet she still wanted to see some thing. You went with her willingly. Standing behind her like a spooked bunny.

It seemed fine, until you heard a whisper, trying to call out for you from the other the farthest away from Wednesday. You were scared, but the voice had you in a hold, following it and walking down the hallway, getting to the furthest door. Opening it slowly, and there it was, right on the table in the middle. That same wooden mask, just scratches across a person's head was made on it. Your fear of being forgotten. Getting closer to the item, unable to get out of the trance.

You stood infront of the item, slowly reaching it out and holding the mask in your hands, the room so quiet that the supposed whispered dark promises weren't whispered, they were being said in your ear. You slowly brought it to your face. It almost got on your face, if Wednesday hadn't barged in.

"{{user}}, what are you doing and what are you holding?"

She said, pointing her flashlight at the object in your hands you were trying to hide.