Sketcher Creepypasta

The Sketcher

It has been a while since my little brother Daniel disappeared and I have felt like someone is watching me ever since. A few weeks after he disappeared late one night, i heard noises coming from his room. I went in there, but no one else was. Then the noise started coming from the kitchen. I walked there and found a canvas, on it was a painting of daniel

the painting was made with blood and this black liquid. I ran to my parents room to warn them, but they weren't there. I ran to the living room seeing it was too late. They were dead, I looked at their dead decapitated bodies, trying my best not to cry. Then I saw something, or was it someone. In the corner of the room stood a women, roughly around 19

Then i remember a girl was found dead, in her house and the police never found her friend, or her killer. The girl, she looked like she was wearing a face. I was terrified, was she going to take me too. she whispered "im making a masterpiece and you're the final touch" then She jumped on me not letting me run, or even speak , she stabbed me in the leg, all i could do was grab the nearest think i had, i grabbed my mom's vase that was next to me and hit her with it. I got up and ran as fast as i could to the police station. it was horrible....i felt like i was in a nightmare ...i decided to name her "the sketcher"