Scream Drawings Novels & Stories

He was too handsome for an ugly person like me. I looked away from them. On my way home, I spot an elderly guy with a huge sign along the road, written, "Beware of the beast who hides in human skin that walks among us." I didn't understand why I was so frightened when I read it. Briggs, the elderly guy, was insane; he lost his mind when his daughter went missing. Nothing he wrote on that piece of cardboard was sane. Arriving home, I went straight to my room and locked myself in. I sat at my desktop and typed in the search engine, "Beast who hides in human skin."

Slowly, she enters, Everywhere was dark,She turns on the light and gasps, Carl fur sure had talent, So many beautiful drawing She saw another door in that room and opens it, Entering inside, She turns in the light and looks around, She falls down in the ground in shock and fear, Her hands over her mouth On The walks were pictures and drawings of her, from High school to College, All the drawings were Of her in different locations, In front of her house, with Ben, In school She saw a Drawing that was covered and stood up shaking, Walking to it and removes the huge clothe covering it, She gasps It was a Drawing of Her on Her First Day Of College, Exactly what she wore, Her burgundy colored Cro

I've waisted hours and hours making sure it looks exactly like him, now it's come back to bite me in the ass. In that drawer there are over ten drawings. My favorite ones. Over the years I've burned most of the drawings but those are special. They are the best... and the sickest ones. I didn't want to bring them with me in case someone might see them, but it was worse. "Oh, shit," I repeat again, because I don't know what else to say. Kingsley is going to do something to fuck me over because of them and of that I'm sure. I swallow and pick up my phone with my shaky hands. There are three missed videocalls from him and suddenly another one comes in. I answer. King's face is in a scowl now.

I set it on the table, opened the clasp, and flipped back the cover. There was no marked floor plan. No security notes. Nothing except one sheet of white paper that immediately slid out, slipped past my fingers, and landed directly on the table. In front of Rafael. Face-up. THANK YOU RAFA LEMON The drawing of Rafael stood tall across most of the page, with a long black rectangle for a body, arms that reached too far down, hair like an angry cloud, and a pink crown sized appropriately for a hamster. Beside him were lemon trees that looked like diseased broccoli.

A scrapping of a chair breaks the deteriorating conversation across the dinner table, Athan moving his chair back and heading out to the hallway. “Athan what are you doing?” His mother calls out after him, her eyes flickering between Calian and me. “I’m…here…I made this earlier on.” He enters back into the room holding a folded piece of paper in his hands. Surprisingly, he doesn’t hand it to his father, or even his mother…but moves towards me, placing it out in front of me. “I drew this.” He looks up at me expectantly, waiting for me to take it from him. I do, unfolding the paper to reveal a drawing of a female dressed in a black jumpsuit, a black cape…long lilac purple hair and glowing eyes

The top is completely covered of papers, crayons and colored pencils. Sketches filled the papers. "Nico..." She whispered as she approached the desk, curiosity immediately replaced amusement when she saw the first drawing showed dinosaurs. “You are so obsessed with dinosaurs.” The second sheet still contained dinosaurs. The third one, Althea stopped. Wait. Althea thought gently as she reached for another sheet. That wasn't... She picked up the page and saw several circles and circles. The sheet has drawings of hallways and measurements. No. She corrected herself as her heartbeat slowed. Not measurements. Rooms.

Why was it here? A shiver ran down my spine. I unfolded the drawing with shaky hands. The drawing was in crayon. On the paper were four stickmen standing in a row, hand-in-hand. I quickly realized that they represented the four of us—Leah, Madison, Queenie, and me. However, the stickman that represented me had its eyes crossed out in black crayon. She had been watching me all along.

It looks like I’m laughing, blissfully happy. My heart slams against my ribs as I flip to the next page, this one a drawing of me from the waist up, a mischievous grin on my face and my long hair covering my bare breasts. I flip to the next one. And the next one. Pages upon pages of my face, my body. There must be a hundred of them. Every single sketch is me.

It is not looking scary in the picture but cute. " This was how it was meant to turn out", Emily whispers. She pauses as tears pools in her eyes. " Not the monster it becomes." A strong hand briefly press on her small waist which feels comfortable and calming. Lucas sighs, he captures the drawings with his phone. Zooming it when he notice something, he looks between the paper and the photo. Something is wrong, staring deeply at the drawings, Lucas notice dry blood stain on the paper. " Whose blood is this?", Lucas voices. He glances at Emily as he waits for her to answer him.

He smiled, then turned his gaze back to what he was doing. “Yes! I’m done, Sis.” He gave me the paper and there’s a drawing on it. “Wow... pfft... it’s beautiful! We look alike. Her neck is kinda long.” I’m trying to hold my laugh right now. Not because I’m insulting him, but because his drawing is kinda scary and also funny. I remember this kind of drawing is what I always draw when I was just his age. He draws a skeleton... so, do I look like a skeleton??