Short, Creepy Horror Stories ✔️

STAY AWAY FROM HE WHO PAINTS

Title: "Stay Away from He Who Paints"
Author: Me/DarkenedEclipse739
Source: My imagination
Type: Fiction

A special occasion was coming up, and I really wanted to buy a painting for my mother since it was her birthday today. She loved art.

So one day, on her birthday, I managed to, after school, drag my best friend with me to another part of the town that no one visited.

It was almost derelict and was full of trees, wood, and greenery.

I didn't know much about this town since my family and I had only moved in a few months ago, and needed my new-best-friend's advice as to where to look for someone who sold art.

Luckily he knew of somewhere - but that somewhere was located in the woods.

Which was where we were going instead of taking the bus so it could take us home.

"You must really want to get her something special, huh?" They asked.

"Just shut up and lead me the way," I answered back.

"Wow, sorry...jeez, no need to -."

"Is that it?" I interrupted, as he followed my outstretched arm so that his eyes could meet with that of a small wooden hut that was metres away and along a long grey path that was covered in leaves and twigs.

"Yep," he said.

"Good, let's go," I said that dragged him along with me for company's sake.

He snatched his arm back and glares at me like a thirsty vampire. "Honestly, there's no need to be so hasty, it's not like he closes any time soon. His art shop's always open." He said.

"Y-you're right, sorry. I don't know why I'm acting so impulsive today." I replied. "Let's just go in there and ask her to paint an amazing painting for my mom - if she's as professional as you say she is." I said.

"Yeah, sure - as long as you have something in mind." He said as we walked up the long path to his hut.

"You do realise that the artist's a he not a she, right? 'Cause you got it wrong for quite a while you know." He pointed out.

"Yeah, I don't really care about the artist - just their darn talent - no shut up and stop bugging me!" I yelled as we approached an eerie looking sign.

Suddenly the wind blew and the trees above ya blocked out the sun completely like some kind of natural, planned black-out.

"You know, I feel like you should've brought someone else with you if you hate me so much..." Timothy trailed off.

"Sorry, it's just that if I'm late my mom's gonna suspect something's happened and then she'd probably guess that I was out trying to get her something for her birthday and I want it to be a surprise, know what I mean?" I explained, but Timothy seemed to be ignoring me.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," he muttered.

"Are you ignoring me?!" I exclaimed.

"Read this for a second," he said, as I followed his eyes to meet that of a sign.

"That sign looks as though someone just stuck it there and got their four-year-old sister to write it," I commented.