The Curse of the Thai Mask

On my first trip to Thailand I bought a wooden face mask. My wife refused to have ‘that hideous object’ on display in our home. So I used it to decorate a wall in my English classroom hoping it might provide some added visual stimulus to my lessons. My students asked me to take it down after just one week.
It was then moved to a holiday house I own and rent out to paying guests, my only justification being that there was a spare hook on a bedroom wall begging for something to hang on it.
But a strange thing happened. On my first house inspection after hanging the mask, I found it at the bottom of the bedroom wardrobe. Despite returning it to its place on the wall, I found that every time I inspected the house it was back at the bottom of the wardrobe. There was no black magic happening here. Clearly, every single person who rented the house, as well as my house cleaner, was totally repelled by my holiday purchase and put it out of sight as soon as they could.
The mask now graces the wall of the private domain of my toolshed.