Scream Drawings Novels & Stories

“Make sure it fits. Be quick and catch up with lectures.” I nodded, palms sweating. Inside the restroom, I ignored the uniform. Ripped the notebook from my bag. Flipped it open. And froze. Sketch after sketch of my face. Different angles. Sketches in ink, pencil, charcoal. Some neat, some frantic. Me laughing. Crying. Screaming. One with blood dripping from my eyes. Each drawing was flawless. Too perfect. Every angle of my face, every curl of my hair, every shadow. Like the artist had memorized me.

Even when Azrik slowed the video to its lowest frame rate, none of us saw anything, no flicker, no blur, no movement, but they did. Shaelith stood, went to the sideboard, grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper, and began sketching. Her hand moved quickly, as if guided by something instinctive. When she finished, she turned the paper toward us. A rough but telling sketch of a face. Half-covered, dressed like an assassin. “This is what you saw?” I asked softly. She nodded. The drawing wasn’t perfect, it was a child’s hand, after all, but the details were distinct enough: a hood, angular jawline, a glint in one eye that remained visible. And a scar, just above the left brow.

I frowned and moved to the next mirror. Once again, it started as a distorted version of myself. This time I was in the Scream painting. But as the image melted away, I saw August. He was lying, barely breathing, with silver chains ripping into his skin, staining his light gray and white fur red with his blood. All the light in his golden eyes was fading.

This time my body had a lot of purple and blue bruises to show for it. I was positive the Smith's were involved in a shady business. I had seen files with a weird logo of a monochrome skull in a bandana and two daggers placed in an opposite angle beneath the skull while cleaning Richard's room on countless occasions. At first I thought it was a research work project or something, until I noticed what a bloody creep he is.

I always lock it before leaving the premises. “But I… Did I…” Brushing it off, I pull the mini door open, and yelp when a heap of papers rains on me as if waiting for me to open it all along. I stay still for a moment, just blinking at the drawings. They’re ugly exaggerated images of me; big head, messy hair, thin legs… I’m as tiny as a doll, while a big guy towers over me, his pants down, and I’m choking on his… What?! My heart drops.

Susan said looking around on the ground. "What did you drop ?" Khloe tried peering out of the cage . "This ." Susan picks a charcoal pencil from the ground that had rolled toward Khloe cage . "What do you use that for ." Khloe asked . " I draw at times ." Susan answered. "Really ?" Khloe sounded amused . "uh-huh ." Susan nods her head "I will make a drawing of you someday." Susan promised. "I hope so ." Khloe answered. "What the hell are you doing there ?" A voice startled them, it was the ugly vampire that had pissed into her cage the previous day ,the same one that had fucked the maid.

He does this all the time just to stop me from crying, and it works every single time. He grabbed my hand and took me back to his desk, he held the paper and said, "here, your turn to draw", he said ordering, I took the paper and draw him making him look like an old man , I drew him right next to the girl that’s supposed to be me, and made them holding hands. Suddenly I got an idea, I added a black moustache to Tony's face that I just draw, and started doing the same with Tony's real face, the one who was sitting next to me. "Ouch!! Be careful Scar!!", he said making me laugh, Tony looked to the paper one more time and blushed when he saw our holding hands.

She watched, paralyzed, as Liam picked up a crimson-red marker and began to draw a thick, jagged pool of blood beneath the painted boy. As he finished the last stroke, Liam’s composure finally shattered. He began to scream silently, his mouth open in an agonizing sob that made no sound. He began to stab the paper with the red marker, over and over, puncturing the images of the two monsters. He wasn't drawing anymore; he was attacking. He gripped the pen like a dagger, his eyes filled with a raw, ancient hatred that sent a shiver of pure terror through Chloe’s heart.

At this moment, the demon eye in the drawing suddenly moved its pupil towards her. Edward's first drawing after making a deal with the devil was the demon eye he met in his dream. It was the scary realistic paintings. The blood veins in the eye were also carefully sketched. Its sudden movement frightened Mrs. Dieter. The lights in the room flashed one after another and the whole space fell into a terrifying darkness.

Causing her to wake up and screen but her screams are muffled by the pillow she is trying hard to steps away from her as she throwing her hands and legs in a panic state. I got my answer that from where I got these scratch marks on my arms it's Sabrina, she did this when shadow didn’t let her go after tried so hard she starts scratching my arms as digging her nails painful In my flash drawing out blood but Shadow is Shadow, after all, she is laughing as feeling pain, not even a bit losing her grip on her.