Horror stories

The painting

I am the coolest in the school. I have lots of cool things,  and extremely rich parents. At least I have evreything. But there is one single thing that I do NOT like-GIRLS!! I have them. Those stupid girls with ugly ponytails. I like to make fun of them, it is just too funny! XD. Until that day. Until the day I died. The 5 th garde student were at the sport class, and their classrooom was empty. I looked at their desks. Only books. I was about to leave, but on the last desk, it was a painting made by a girl named Stephanie, a girl that I hated a lot! But she was talented, I can NOT lie. I looked at the drawing. It represented a girl full with cuts, and a dirty pink dress. Up the drawing, was wrote -Sally-. I continue looking at it. It was amaizing. That painting had a power of atraction. I looked at it without blinking. I started to feel a weird sensation. But the sport class was almost over. I still had to look at it, only a bit...or more? Stephanie would never give it to me, even If I would pay a thousand dollars. I had to take it. Plus, our school does NOT have any camera. I put the drawing in my backpack, and skipped the English class. I stayed to look at it hours. I donțt know what was in my head. To steal it was the biggest mistake. The painting started to invade my dream, and I could NOT sleep peacefully.  I had to take rid of it. I matched a light, and burned it. The next day, when I woke up my room was invaded of smoke. My house was on fire. I disperatley hid uner the bed. But the fire was too fast. I closed my eyes, and die. After the fire stopped, the only thing remained was the drawing of Sally, on my dead body...

Ps: The funny thing is that this thing really happend to me! When I went back from the sports class, somebody stole one of my drawings🤣