Me, Myself and I- Draw

Remember Me?

Oh, my damn it took me forever to take that picture. I'm at my grandparents' house because this morning and last night I was running a fever, so we went to the doctor (my mom + I) and I have to stay home today and tomorrow bc of this fever. Which sucks because algebra.

So I'm crashing on the couch and I drew this picture earlier today. It's on a small table in front of me and I'm too lazy to sit up to take the picture so I just raised my phone above it and hoped that it works a dozen times. Sorry if the coloring looks a bit crude, I rushed it.

The quote says, "Do you wanna play with me... forever?"

So let me tell you about Stacy.

In a story! Story time!

Your Point of View

You knew coming to the small house at the end of the neighborhood was a bad idea. The house itself was old; the windows were cracked, some were shattered, some weren't even there at all. The front door's handle was rusted, and the floorboards of the front porch were splintered and broken. Overall, it was like walking into a haunted house.

But that wasn't anything compared to the rumors of who - or rather, what - resided inside. Some speculated that there was an old man that caught children to eat. Some others thought that it was actually a monster hiding in there, waiting to lure in any unlucky soul.

The truth was worse.

It was a stupid bet, you remember. Your friends told you to go inside and take something from the house. If you came back, alive, with the object from the house, you won fifty bucks. You were a bit suspicious, but thought, Why the heck not?, because this was a free fifty bucks!

It was fine at first. You managed to wrestle the front door open, and you clicked your flashlight to life. The interior of the creepy little house was a lot more presentable than the exterior. The wooded floors were polished, and were a dark, gleaming reddish brown. The paint on the walls were faded in color - you think they might've been purple at one point. There are lamps and couches and tables and chairs and everything else a normal house should be furnished with. The only thing missing was an owner.

You glance around, eager to get the net over with, and smile triumphantly when you find a slightly dusty book. You pick it up and read the title - The Diary of Stacy

Who's Stacy?, you wonder, only to be interrupted by a loud creak coming from the kitchen, and the smell of something rotting wafting towards you.

You freeze.

A female voice rings out. It's high pitched and girly, soft yet with a maniacal undertone to it. It says: "Ooh, a new friend! How wonderful. Stacy has been wanting a new friend for a while now..." You know it's a stupid decision, but you slowly turn around and shine your light on her.

He'r. How to describe her? She's got long and straight black hair that glints very purple in the beam of your flashlight. Her eyes are not really amber, but just a very dull yellow, and were very wide open and shining with some sort of twisted excitement. Her skin is tinted slightly yellow from your flashlight, but you can tell that it's a light gray. You can smell the rotting smell of flesh now, and you realize it's coming from her. Her and her gray skin. She wears a white dress that doesn't quite reach her knees (far from it, actually), and whose sleeves bunch around her elbows, with a dark purple collar and ribbon that's wrapped under her chest. A lighter purple bow is tied under the collar, and you can see glimpses of bright magenta buttons underneath. Her legs are long and slender, and she wears deep purple shoes with magenta heels.

But her smile. Her regular mouth is there, pink little lips smiling sweetly, slightly parted. The only strange thing was that each corner of her mouth was carved to be longer, and then sewed closed, as if it were a mistake. They were still coated in dried blood.

You struggle to regain control of your body, which seems to have frozen by her very presence. The girl noticed and pouted. "You're not very excited. You can be my best friend! How fun is that?" Your mouth opens and closes but, still, no sound escapes. "Pity. Maybe you need a bigger mouth, hmm?"

And then the girl advances on you, and you realize she's got a knife clutched in her right hand. Without waiting for her to make the first move, you whirl around and make a mad dash to the door, but she's following you. You run faster, and so does she. You reach the door to realize that it would take too long to wrestle the door open, so you take a sharp left to the nearest window.

The girl, Stacy, is thrown off by your sudden change in direction, and crash into the front door with an undignified "Oomph!" You reach the window with record time and use the book to smash it open some more, then launch yourself out of it, ignoring the shards of glass that scrapes your body. You roll onto the pavement and stumble to an awkward halt a yard away from the window.

You see Stacy reach through the window furiously, only to draw back immediately with a hiss of pain. You're still staring when your friends approach you, thumping you on the back and shaking you side-to-side. "Here's your fifty bucks," your friend said, shoving the money at you and looking glum. He had no idea.

"I - I gotta g-go," you stutter before dashing away from the house and your friends as fast as you can.

End

Whoo, that was long! That's kinda a backstory, kinda not. If you want a sequel, I'll make one gladly, I've already gotten an idea! Maybe I'll just go and make it anyways...

DAYUM, this is the longest chapter in this book, sorry for all the reading.

Peace!