Scary Things To Draw Novels & Stories

My chest feels too tight but I force myself to keep breathing normally, keep my voice steady. “That sounds really hard,” I say quietly. “You were pretty young when all that happened.” He nods, still not looking at me. I reach across and gently touch the edge of the sketchbook, not closing it, just letting him know I’m here. “Sometimes when scary things happen, our brains hold onto them,” I tell him. “Even when we don’t want them to. And sometimes drawing them out can help us understand them better.” “Does it make them go away?”

They are more like… like symbols. And I didn’t recognize any of them, but something about the shapes unsettled me. There was an ominous edge to them, as if they carried meaning far beyond a child’s hand. But why would she draw something like this? When I reached the last page, my hand froze. The drawing there… it pulled me in. My chest tightened as my eyes locked on it. My heartbeat raced faster and faster until a sharp fear surged through me. Then, in a sudden flash, an image tore into my mind—so vivid it felt like it consumed me.

A large table sat in the center, covered in maps, papers, graphs, and diagrams scattered like someone had been frantically working. The air smelled of old paper and something sharp, almost like blood. We crowded around the table, my eyes drawn to the strange drawings. The diagrams showed creatures,bhuman-like but wrong, with long fangs, or claws too sharp for any wolf. My breath caught as I read the handwritten notes: Hybridization Process: Wolf Blood Integration. Words like “vampire” and “Dracula strain” were scrawled everywhere, alongside charts about mixing wolf blood to create a hybrid, half wolf, half something monstrous.

Especially this close to the beginning of it. I open her closet to make sure she’s not hiding in it and find nothing, but clothes and a messy shoe collection tossed carelessly on the floor. I’m a bit of a neat freak so I cringe at the state of things, though Mace’s room back home is always in a similar state of disarray. He and this girl would get along well, as she also has dirty dishes stacked by her bed. I drop to my stomach to look under there. I don’t see two, startled blue eyes staring back at me, but I do see a box. My curiosity gets the better of me and I pull it towards me. It’s a hatbox the girl has obviously doodled flowers and hearts allover, but on closer look, there’s also what

If that I knew I would have found a way to smuggle the whole diary with me back to the States. “What's wrong?" He asked. “That would be a big problem, getting the rest. But what about the creatures drawn here do you understand what they are?" I said and he took his attention to the sketches. “The colored ones.. I think these are the powerful colorful beings that are being talked about here. Look at their eyes," he said pointing out. “They are of different colors," both of us chorused together and then glanced at each other. “Which friend did you say this belongs to again?" Kyle asked and there was a bit of suspicion in his eyes.

But the moment the girl shrieked, I flinched and held his hand very tightly. " Don't worry, I am here..." He patted on my shoulder. I just loved being in his arms. But someone please stop this... Or I am going to have nightmares. Just then I felt something moving on my upper arm in a circular motion. I started panicking and was about to shout when devil whispered, " Relax !! There is no ghost, I am practising my drawing skills. I swear, I could kill him with my bare hands. I was so scared and he was practising his drawing skills???

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

Trembling with fear, Lilian stood at the entrance of the bedroom, unable to move, and watched as two naked men appeared out of nowhere. The two men were tied back-to-back with nylon ropes. Their clothes were thrown aside, and a section of their hair was shaved bald, which looked ridiculously funny. Their mouths were taped shut, and their faces were drawn with various cartoon characters - SpongeBob SquarePants, Doraemon, Snoopy, Mickey Mouse - and there were also drawings of hamburgers, ice cream, and dresses... How did someone manage to draw so many patterns on their faces? How did the artist come up with so many childish designs?

Tess I find many things in this world scary: walking to the bathroom late at night when you don’t have a nightlight on, fake friends, the members of the Safir pack, and last, and probably my biggest fear, is the thought of spending eternity alone. Sue me for thinking that’s a terrible fate, but that is how I feel without lying to myself.

I turned to face her and followed my gaze to where she had it: the ceiling. It was a mixture of the day and night sky, the sun, the moon and the stars were mixed with the gray and white clouds, it was something beautiful, the most beautiful painting I had ever seen. “She was a great artist. I didn't reply, but he was absolutely right. I found a small folder compared to the paintings, where there were drawings with charcoal and others with pencil. One better than another. It seems that he really likes to draw landscapes, animals, castles, angels and abstract things, and the occasional demon. The latter were impressive, truly terrifying if they existed.