I sit here under the brush running from him. I know he's there but it's so hard to not scream. He runs past faster and faster it will only take so long before he finds me. Why am I saying he- it's not a he it is an it. Why didn't I just listen to what people told me? Why did I have to get myself into this? Am I totally fucked?
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The Pen Is Stronger
HorrorTony a college student going for an art degree is a very good artist. He draws very well especially when it comes to horror drawings, But what happens when one of his drawings become real. Now he has to survive against his own creations. Will he be...
