Unfiltered Story #201675

(I work at a year-round costume shop, where we have many ghoulish masks on display. Two women with their young children, two girls, come in to browse. The girls are looking at the masks and I chat with them while their mothers look around.)

One of the Girls: These masks aren’t real, are they?

Me: Don’t worry, they’re not.

Girl: Oh, good. (points to a mask) Because that one killed my husband.