Mom always told me not to make faces.

So there once lived a kid named Zac.

He was a child prodigy. When it came to making faces that is.

In fact he was so adept at it, he could even turn his face into one of a demon's.

He used to scare all the girls in school.

In some cases he would scare the girls so bad, their skirts would fly up revealing their teddy bear underwear.

Cheeky fella.

"Tsk, tsk Zac", his mother used to say. "One day your face will get stuck and will never return to normal then what'll you do?"

Zac replied "that'll never happen to me!"

Day after day Zac would use his scary face to scare people across all ages. Young, old, crummy and bold. He continued this extraordinary talent well into his teens.

One day in Kuala Lumpur, Zac felt the need to scare someone. He crouched down in a narrow alley way somewhere near Central Market.

He heard someone approaching. He became giddy with anticipation.

As the footsteps got nearer Zac got ready to pounce.

Finally close enough, Zac jumps out with scary face ready, roaring at the same time.

Midway through Zac gasps and screams! The stranger had a face scarier than his. A true demon's face.

Zac turned white. His face froze in the demon shape. He became paralyzed.

The stranger smiled a crooked smile. He waved his hand over Zac's face and turned him into a Japanese urn pot whatever its called.

The stranger's face transforms into a face that resembles someone we already know - Zac's mother.

She says "told you not to make faces, or it might get stuck that way."