Scary Things To Draw Novels & Stories

I know my eyes go wide with fear, when his hand slowly breaks through the barrier, reaching for me. I wake up screaming. Opposite the other times this dream is very vivid in my memory. I quickly grab a pen and some paper, trying to draw what I remember about the dark one. When I am done I curl up the paper feeling stupid, I am so bad at drawing. It looks like a kid has drawn a vampire. But there aren't vampires, they are not real, my sisters told me so. But I am sure about one thing: the creature in my dreams is not a vǫlva. It wasn’t a woman. I have no doubt the dark one is a man.

Remembering shouldn't be hard but expressing it will be. I think about the various things I have seen in my lifespan. Blood, bullets, pills, dead bodies. I could go on. Most of them aren't really suitable for this environment and explaining it will be impossible. What can I use? There's really nothing I can use that isn't somehow related to my past. Looking over at what Abe's doing, I see that he's drawing I think a scene of trees. Abe draws with these really thin and long lines, which makes his sketch look a lot like an animal's pelt. But I think that's what it is. And there's an outline of mountains in the background. Is that...Lonewood?

I was making a mess at my studio, I couldn't sleep after fucking with Anthony an hour ago. So that was when I woke up and decided to paint. It has been the same since I was five. A couple of nights a week they would come to me, and I would be so scared of them. I still remembered all the mornings that I spent drawing in the corner. But it made me feel so much better afterward. I saw entities, then I need to draw to forget about them and to release my fears.

It doesn't look like the normal one she sees, I mean she has seen her draw some stuff in her journal but none seems so scary and weird as this. The drawing is of a woman dressed like a scarlet witch with a half-mask covering her side face from her ear to her nose bridge with a boy that stood before her, but it was only the boy's back she drew. They are surrounded by woods, she stared at it deeply, the surrounding, then the mountain landscape, she knows this place!. ** Cassie excused herself to use the restroom, after some while Sarah followed suit "I know you will come," Cassie said drying her hand with the hand dryer

Please! "Luuukkk!" I yelled out once more even if I feel so nervous. I brought a flashlight, but it will just act as a beacon of target for monsters. The night was at least peaceful, but still, my heart felt like being tore due to the fear I was feeling. This move I take is not safe. I know. Oh my Ghad! I'm not scared of werewolves and vampires. What I'm scared of the most are the ghosts! Yeah you hear me. The creepy things I often see in horror movies. Please, not me!

I sketch everything except people because I'm simply terrible at drawing people no matter how hard I try. Lately, I've been obsessed with all kinds of glorious animals like rare breeds of white tigers. However, they are not the type I am talking about, what piqued my interest were the wolves. They are the things that fill my mind and my sketchbook - half the book is filled with sketches and doodles of them. I don't know why, but maybe because I've read too many novels involving werewolves, vampires, witches, and all those supernatural creatures - I blame Athena because she forced me must read all of them, although I have to admit that half of the books she recommends are very good.

A few days pass after the Donnie incident at school. I don’t remember what happened, but I’m amazed that I stood up to him and fought back. The doctor told me everything that I had done. I was forced to write an apology letter to the school, Donnie and his parents. That wasn’t fun in the slightest. I sit at my desk in my room and open up my notebook. For some reason I’ve been drawing strange sketches recently of a strange creature. I don’t know what it is I’ve just drawn them. They’re quite disturbing. Especially that in my mind the creature murders children and takes their souls. It’s a bit dark…

They were scared like he was going to fry them in the oil. Is he that much scary? I looked back at Alex. He is not that scary but this idiot is scary sometimes. He took the paper and pencil from me and wrote something. I immediately grabbed the paper and looked at what he wrote. He strikes out his name and writes my name on top of it. I glared at him. But he didn't stop his chuckling. Is this drawing so funny??

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”