The scribble man ( under rewrite (sorry forgot (2024) )

The scribble man

My name is Phoenix, I've not written this, it has.
I was in school, it was my last day of year 7, as I planned to leave early for a holiday . We where waching a mind numbingly boring move in history so I decided to draw a scribble man on a pece of scrap paper. Now I look back on it the man was rather creepy. it had sinister looking big eyes seemingly staring at me with a slightly crooked smile, it almost felt like it was smiling at me too. The last bell of the day rang and in a rush to get to tutor I crunched it into a ball and stuffed it into my pocket. The rest if the day was as normal as ever, and I quickly left to go home and pack. I was going to Wales for a few days for the beach and sun, It was normal apart from the death on the beach and the Couple of fights between my mum and my nan. On Saturday when I got home my blazer ,witch held my school supplies, had vanished. I searched for hours but when I had decided to do another sweep of the house, on the coat rack a ball of paper fell out I opened it up and across the lines was a scribble man whith beady little eyes and a wide grin covering most of its face. Subconsciously I knew something was amiss but decided to prioritise my missing blazer over figuring out what it was. Absentmindedly I placed the scrap of paper into my pocked of my favourite cardigan, which was faded in colour over the period of constant use. It was a sweltering hot day when my father decided to take me shopping and as I result I had to carry around my cardigan which caused me to put it down while shopping and forgetting about it till I was on my way home. When I got back from shopping all my coats, jumpers and cardigans where shredded and in a large pile I'm my bedroom as I yelled for dad I tried to be brave but you could hear the fear creep in as I read the writing which was written in the rags of my favourite cardigan was " I don't like the dark!"
I froze as my dad rushed in and a cold heavy sheet of impending doom gently settled apon me as my thoughts raced, thay all came to one and only one concluetion. Nothing. As soon as it got there my mind whent blank.
The unknown was playing on my mind. Later on that night, after the police cleard away the evidence, I was walking to the bathroom. As I did I gave a sideways glance into my bedroom where the coats had once been, as I left the bathroom I gave anover sideways glance. A dark figure stood looking at me. I blinked. My round lamp shade that was left on the floor started spining. Unable to move I just stared at it. I tride to run but my legs felt bined together. I whanted to scream but my lips had no longer was abele to open it had ternd into skin I had no lips anymore. I looked around my room as I stood parulied in the doorway suddenly a small finger emerged from behind my bed to far too see it well. It startid moving closer entill I saw it was a scribble man but not the one I drew. As soon as I fivers out what was going on it was to late it already had my legs and my mothe. It was standing at my feet or at least skin the shape of feet it looked up at me and I looked down at it. The only thing Going through my mind was...

The last word was scribbled out, I looked up at the rest of the people in the room. There where officials removing the body, policemen trying to calm down her parents and the forensics taking finger prints but I stood out as everyone stared at me in horror, my breathing quickened as I realised that they weren't looking at me but behind me.