Artists Block

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Artists Block

            I knew there was something off about the house…But I still bought it, because it was cheap and I needed a place to stay with my four year old son. If I had known what was gonna happen I wouldn’t have bought it.

So here it is from the beginning…and be warned, you’re hearing me say this from the afterlife….meaning you’ve placed yourself in my situation as well. So. Here we go.

I’d just gotten a divorce from my somewhat abusive husband, and won custody of our four year old son, Tobias, while he landed himself a spot in prison. I was poor, and we no longer had a place to stay. So I went hunting for cheap apartments or houses, and found this one. I found out later though the reason it was so cheap. A woman; about the age of 24, had been murdered here. Since then everything had been fixed and replaced, making the house useable again. There was one room I was weary of, but I had no reason to be. When we’d done the walkthrough we went in there and there was nothing, just like the rest of the house. I hadn’t gone near it since though, and it’s off limits to Tobias. I got a part time job at a Café, and we were happy. We had everything we needed, food, furniture, and a home. Still, an uneasy feeling hung in the air around the house. Even stronger than it used to be around the room. I decided to do some research on what had happened, and found out that the woman had been a somewhat famous painter. Her name was Sadie. She was beautiful, natural snow white hair, pretty bright green eyes, and a dazzling smile, and she wore one of the most beautiful dresses I’d ever seen. She’d been in a rut though, with artist’s block, and couldn’t figure out what to paint. She’d been in her studio, focusing on what she was trying to paint, and the murderer snuck up behind her, and bashed her in the head, knocking her unconscious. After that had happened, many mutilations were made to her body, Her eyes sown shut, Her mouth carved open and sown back together, and deep gashes in her left arm, and multiple other wounds, too.

Still listening? Good. Now comes the horrifying part.

I decided to face my fear and venture into the room, which was her old studio. What I saw there scared the life out of me. It was no longer empty,  but filled with easels with the pained faces of many people painted with Red paint….or I thought it was paint, at the time. She was there, sitting on a stool, in front of a smaller canvas then the rest, painting someone painfully familiar to me, someone I loved dearly…..my son. She was painting his portrait, an incredibly pained look on his face, his mouth shaped like he was trying to scream “Mommy” and tears running down his little face. And then I saw him. The crumpled heap of flesh that used to be my son. All I wanted to do was run to him and hug him, but I was frozen in place. She finished the picture of what I figured he’d looked like as he died, and slowly stood up. She turned to face me, and slowly started moving towards me. My heart rate quickened, and I wanted to move, to run, but I was frozen. She slowly moved closer and closer, and finally, she reached up, and lightly touched my face. I was frozen in fear, paralyzed completely. She pulled a small tool out from one of the ribbons on her dress, and brought it up to my neck, and started slowly slicing at the muscle, not deep enough to be fatal, but in a place where it hurt like hell. She then moved it down towards my stomach, and stabbed into the soft flesh as deeply as she could with the small, sharp item, and ripped upwards. I convulsed and fell to the floor, holding my stomach and gasping. I stared up at her in complete horror….and she spoke to me. Her voice…sounded like two people were speaking at once, one quieter than the other but still noticeable. She said to me...”You will be fun, darling. You’re beautiful, just like your son, and your portrait will be painted in the most brilliant Red anyone has ever seen. For now, Rest. For you will feel the pain I have caused you for the rest of eternity, and so will your dear little boy.” And with that, she stabbed me in the throat with the object, letting me die through sheer blood loss.

“Look behind you~”

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Article released about the deaths of two citizens of the town

"They were found in the same room and Sadie was, both brutally murdered in much the same way. We don't yet have evidence to connect this with Sadie's murder, or her murderer, but we will find the one who killed them."

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Hey guys! I really wanted to write this X3

I just adopted this little cutie (art not mine) and wanted to write her creepypasta, considering she was a creepypasta adopt.