Derrick and I talked about his life and all of the normal things people talk about with some flirting. "Look at the time, it was very nice talking with you Clarabellle", "you too" I replied.
After we walked back from the Rec therapy room I sat next to my friend Nicole, "hey" I said, "hi, so what's going on with you and Derrick, hmm?", she and I giggled, "nothing much", I lied.
Some time of the day, our Rex therapist Ms. Jessica came in and brought us paints and supplies. "Yay" I say to myself, Nicole laughed but is then called out to see her doctor. I grab all of my supplies then sat down and start to painting.
Every brush stroke I made I got into a trance like state, I have no control over myself by the 4th stroke. It was strong. All of a sudden I woke up. The first thing I do is look down at my painting. It was a picture of a tall man, with no face...
I stood up in shock and asked Ms. Jessica is I could go to my room for a while. She said sure so I walk to my room and try and take a nap.
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Devilish || Creepypasta story ||
FanfictionA long and tiring life of being imprisoned in multiple mental hospitals and asylums has led to Clarabelle wanting out, wanting to be free like everyone does, and because she's different means she has to be treated like an animal? No, she has had eno...
