My sketches are beloved by many. I can draw anything. My mother says i need to go outside you know have a life! I tell her sketching is my life! One day i will be the greatest artist in the world! Some say my drawings really come to life. If only i knew one day that would come true i would of stopped drawing today! It was late at night i was in my bedroom about to sketch a werewolf. I grabbed my new sketch pad my Dad bought me from Chile. My Dad is an anthropologist. Studies human bones and what not! He said to me "Farrah this is a special sketch pad it was handed to me by a woman named Eldra. She was a shopkeeper at a magic store." Dad told me it brings your drawings to life. I guess she means it's a really great pad for sketching. I started drawing my werewolf. Huge pointy ears, dark grey fur and huge threatening claws ready to dig into someones throat. Dark black eyes staring into mine as i sketched it. I added its long fangs dripping with blood. Like it feasted on another animal or human. Last i made a long furry tail dragging the ground behind the beast. I finished with the drawing and stuffed it into my folder. Then i drew another beast. A vampire! Red and black long cloak, fangs as sharp as knives. I also sketched another monster. One hideous creature. A half human half snake. Human body with a big green snake head. Claws ready to rip open anything in its way! It was getting late. My eyes were being held open by the only ounce of strength i had left. I plopped onto my bed. Thunder groaned outside. The sound of rain was soothing. I heard a bumping noise. Something was in the hallway. I lunged up right. Sitting in the edge of the bed i stood up rubbing my eyes. I was home alone so i quickly went and checked the noise out. I pulled the flashlight out of my bottom drawer. Maybe it's just Mom back from her shift at the hospital. I slowly crept into the hallway. I scanned the hall with my flashlight. Nothing. I opened my Moms bedroom door. "Mom?" I announced. Silence. I heard a noise downstairs. Loud noises like someone was throwing things around. I slowly decended my way down the stairs. It was dark. Lightening flickered through the glass slider door in the kitchen. I saw the trash can knocked over. Trash was scattered around the floor. I heard something upstairs to! "Who's there?" I called nervously. Then i saw it! A tall grizzly beast standing in the kitchen. I screamed! I was frozen. It spotted me. I turned and ran upstairs towards my bedroom. I heard the creature ascending the stairs closing in on me. The ground shook from its footsteps. "Where did he come from?" I said shaking like a wet rabbit. Then i spotted a human with a snakes head slowly creeping down the hallway towards me. "Oh no! They are monsters!" I shouted running into my room. I pushed the shelf to block the door. That probably won't hold them but it buys me a few seconds! "It's the monsters from my drawings" i whispered to myself. "I need to find them!" I mumbled. I spotted my blue folder. The door exploded. Crashing in. Smashed. "I'm so doomed!" I muttered. "Please stay away!" I yelled. I ran into my closet. Not the best hiding spot but it's better than being chewed to bits. I opened the folder. The drawings fell to the floor. They scratched and pounded. Growled and snarled on the closet door. Maybe if i rip the sketches they will disappear. I grabbed the drawings. "Here goes the vampire sketch!" "Krrrrrip" i tore it. The banging continued. But the scratching stopped! I picked up the human snake. "Krrrrip" i tore it into shreds. The banging stopped! I heard growling. The werewolf punched through the closet door and ripped a hole into it. I screamed. "Ahhh!" He reached for me. His claws swiping the air above my head. I ducked down. "Where is the werewolf drawing?" I asked myself. The werewolf snapped its teeth downwards towards me. I felt drool slopping and dripping onto my head. There it is! I was standing on the werewolf sketch. It was stuck to my bare foot! The werewolf grabbed my arm. Pulling me up trying to lift me above the broken closet door. I was screaming and hollering. I bent down. I grabbed the sketch. I pulled. Half was stuck to my foot. Half was in my hand! I ripped it. The werewolf vanished. "Oh my word! What happened to your room young lady!" My Mother appeared in what used to be my doorway. "Mom it was the monsters! They attacked me!" I ran to her hugging her. "Monsters? That's your excuse?" She replied in a whisper. "The drawings came to life Mom!" I argued. I knew she wouldn't believe me. But i had the sketch pad to show her that monsters really exist!
