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The dreams never scared her exactly, but they made her feel different. Like she was being called to something no one else could hear. --- **INT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL – ART CLASS – DAY** "Draw your favorite animal," the teacher had said. Ember drew a wolf. Not a cartoon one. A detailed sketch with sharp eyes and thick fur. She shaded in the moon behind it, glowing full. The other kids giggled. “Creepy,” one boy muttered. “That’s not even a *real* animal.” She laughed it off. “Just a dream,” she said.

Dark and scary. Kevin pressed the light switch and walked down the stairs. There was nothing there but dirty clothes piled up. As he was about to go back upstairs, Alex noticed something strange. As Alex recalled, the thing in the corner was an old cupboard. But he did not think that his grandmother kept a scary painting. Painting of a entity that has red eyes and shows many sharp and pointed teeth. Alex come closer and tried to take a closer look at the painting of the entity. Some parts look perfect like real and...

“In the meantime, I have found a real clue.” He walked over and peered up at the cave wall. “Right, drawings made by some sicko.” “No,” she snapped. “It’s them.” She pointed up at an image of a monster standing over a dead body. It was holding up what appeared to be human entrails. “Them?” he whispered, staring up at the primitive drawing. “What do you mean them?” “I don’t know what they’re called,” she whispered. “But I think they might be demons.”

I let out. It reminded me a little of Grim. Except only creepier. They seemed to be surrounded by some fire under the glow of a full moon. As I flipped to the next page, I realized that it was most likely a ritual. It was a sketch and yet, I felt connected. I could feel the energy of what they were doing. It sent real fear down my spine. I flipped to the next pages. The drawings on these became more detailed and even more disturbing than the last. It was ritualistic killings. There were women, children, or babies, held over the fire.

I flipped a page. More of the same. I didn’t understand any of it. I was about to close it when something caught my eye. A drawing. Different from the others. It looked like… A creature. My breath caught. It wasn’t like anything I had seen before. It looked human… but not. There were lines coming from its back. Like wings. But not wings. Something sharper. Something… alive. I stared at it longer than I should have. Something about it made my chest feel tight.

Honestly, it all started out with good intentions, I swear. Math class was awfully boring that day. We were sitting in algebra two learning the properties of parabolas. What started off as a math problem quickly turned into a piece of art and a bad idea. Kelly Anders was a quiet girl, with long straight brown hair and a nice pair of blue eyes, who was well known for being a bit of an outcast like me. She also happened to have a fear of crawly things. I sketched out a worm that had no teeth, knowing full well that I was pushing the boundaries, and gave it some details and shading. The whole process took about two minutes, creating a worm about four inches long with a head that was slightly la

We were all just standing there, thirty strangers in some dramatic-looking grand hall. Then came the crying. "Waaah... this place is so scary. I wanna go home." Scary? Could've fooled me. Thanks to my perception disorder, my brain airbrushes reality. The grosser something is, the prettier it looks. So to me? This place felt like a cozy Airbnb. Meanwhile, some cranky knight-looking dude threw punches at the shadows. "Quit hiding and fight me, coward!" While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident.

“Do you think it means something?” I hugged my knees. “I don’t know. But I think she’s real.” Rhett rubbed his eyes. “Could you give me a sketch or something?” I got out of bed, tiptoed over to the desk, and grabbed some paper and crayons. I didn’t talk—I just drew. Big swirly black veil. Hollow eyes. Long fingers. Long black dress. Rhett stared at it like he was studying a treasure map. “That’s... not normal,” he said.

I felt a cold pit start forming in my stomach; I already knew where this was going. “But the most troubling part of that vision was that these horrific creatures were coming from the East,” he said in a grim tone. Grimhold finally unrolled the scroll and slid it toward me. “I had asked our seer to draw what he saw, and this is what is headed our way.” I stared at the drawing before me; there was no mistaking it. Charred-skinned, hollow-eyed beasts with elongated limbs that ended in claws, and distorted jaws filled with jagged fangs. It was exactly like the corrupted creature that had attacked and almost killed Mace.

Why would I have such twisted thoughts suddenly? I shook the thoughts from my head, opening the notebook. The first thing I’ve noticed was the word ‘bitch’ , but a funny drawing captured my eyes, a laugh escaped my lips. “Andy can be childish sometimes” I mumbled, looking at the witch with green eyes and red hair she drew just below the word ‘bitch’. I started to turn pages, narrowing my eyes as I glanced at the sketches. This girl has a horrible talent when it comes to drawing, I smiled, turning pages once more, I stopped when I noticed a poem.