Suspense Drawing Novels & Stories

She looked unsettled, conflicted if she should speak, but she finally spoke. "Do you believe in the supernatural?" My blood turned cold and I fought hard to ensure my eyes didn't give me away. I tried to look anywhere else but her eyes and my eyes fell on the next drawing in her sketchbook. Staring at the drawing of a man having flames on him felt like staring into my own soul. I couldn't pull my gaze away from it. The drawing was so detailed and perfect, just like that night. I felt my chartreuse eyes almost burning in flames.

Reasonable honestly. The dangerous smile. God. Then everyone froze. Fair. Because somehow— Reasonable. Somehow— God. Peanut looked like she understood the plan. Fair. Impossible. Reasonable honestly. But somehow true. God. Then later that afternoon Adrian discovered something. Fair. Very suspicious. Reasonable. Very, very suspicious. God. A drawing. Fair. A giant drawing. Reasonable. Hidden beneath the couch. God. The title read: "ESCAPE." Fair. Silence.

He climbed onto the sofa beside her and opened the notebook. Crayon lines filled the page. Bright colors. Simple shapes. But the drawing was recognizable. Three stick figures stood side by side beneath a large sun. Evelyn had seen similar drawings from him before. Usually the same three figures. A woman. A child. And a tall man with darker shading around the eyes. Silas held the notebook proudly. “Do you like it?” Evelyn forced a soft smile. “It’s beautiful.” He studied the picture carefully. Then pointed to the tallest figure.

A hollow hour, a time when secrets and fears felt most alive. I poured myself a glass of water without thinking, my fingers numb against the chill of the glass. Drawing had always been my escape—charcoal and graphite transforming panic into something tangible. Settling at the small table by the window, I opened my sketchbook and let my hand move, searching for solace. Dark lines spilled across the page, tracing angles that formed a face—a face all jagged edges, raw emotion, with an intensity that mirrored the storm brewing in my chest.

he assured me and though we both knew better, his tender words paid with the soft kiss he placed on my forehead brought me a little bit of peace. Sucking in a deep breath, I nodded and his hand released mine, it took a few seconds for me to put the pencil to the page, but when the first lead line appeared the rest followed easily as I drew the image purely from my mind’s eye. “Is that him?” Jasper questioned when I stopped sketching and finally my eyes focussed on the image of the burly man with crazed eyes and a sinister smirk on his face standing under a single yellow light bulb. “Yes.” My voice cracked and as I stared into his eyes, I could feel the anxiety build in my veins once more.

I picked up the next drawing, and paused. It was a messy picture of a woman wearing glasses. I blinked, then raised an eyebrow, pointing to myself. “Is… is that me?” Hannah nodded quickly, her fingers twisting together. “Y-yes,” she said nervously. “Is it good?” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. I pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. “Yes. It’s perfect.” She smiled, clearly relieved, her body relaxing against mine. I continued flipping through the drawings, my smile still lingering, until I reached the last one. My hands stilled as I looked at the drawing of four people.

Odell walked closer to her and asked, “What are you doing?” Sylvia chose to remain quiet. Odell approached her side and saw her scribbling a dark drawing. The entire drawing was dark, drawn only with different shades of black. The dark sky, the black forests, and the crows on the branches, the entire drawing screamed of depression. She was scribbling with charcoal, so her hands were also tainted black. Odell frowned and said in a heavy tone, “Stop drawing.” Sylvia ignored him and continued moving her charcoal across the canvas.

“What does that mean? Am I a suspect in whatever you are investigating?” “That is what I want to confirm.” “This is ridiculous.” I walked back into the room, knowing he would follow me. I took my seat before turning to him but I noticed his attention was on something else. My drawing. Shit. I forgot about that. I turned the drawing board around and cleared my throat. “I am busy so be fast with your questions.” “Right.” His eyes darted around, his hands clenched into fists. “I hope you don't take this the wrong way.”

Thanking them afterwards as I stand back up should earn me an acting career. By evening, Rhea and Sage leave for the day, and I’m alone in this room again. The silence feels both peaceful and heavy at the same time. I lock the door, take a deep breath, and reach into my bra. My fingers slide down and connect with the piece of paper I’ve been acutely aware of all day.. It feels heavy in my hands as I pull it out and walk to the table Smoothing the edges with my hands until the drawing becomes clear, I stare at it Lynsandra never disappoints.

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."