Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26344151-20151123134114

I've read guides and other creepypastas to make sure I wouldn't break any rules, but I'm fairly certain there's still more than enough work to be done on this first attempt of mine. It could probably be a lot creepier, and I hope that I can achieve that with your feedback.

so, with that out of the way, here it is:

19th of March, 1996. That’s when this story begins. Todd was in school, not paying attention, as usual. He was just drawing random lines in his notebook. He didn’t know why. Whenever he was daydreaming, he started drawing random things without even realizing it. He was quite good at drawing, and he enjoyed it too. Art class was the only class he actually paid attention in. The lines he was drawing currently began taking the shape of a dinosaur, which didn’t even have anything to do with the daydream he was having. As a matter of fact, dinosaurs didn’t even interest him. Neither did any other type of animal, really. He didn’t care that much about nature. Or technology. Or anything aside from drawing, really. Drawing was his life.

When classes ended, Todd left the school. It was rather hot for the time of the year, but he refused to wear shorts, since he wasn’t too proud of his feminine looking legs. As a result, he was sweating a little bit. He looked at some birds fighting over a bunch of breadcrumbs. He wondered why they couldn’t just share them, since there was obviously more than one breadcrumb there, and the old man sitting on the park bench behind them probably had more, judging by the bag he was holding. He shrugged and continued to make his way home.

When he got home, Todd went to his room. He threw his bag on his bed and took a seat at his desk. He looked at his homework and just tossed it to the side. He never did his homework. He thought he had better things to do. He grabbed a sheet of paper and started drawing randomly. He wasn’t daydreaming, he just didn’t know what to draw, so he drew something random. He started with a head. It was a bit less round than most human heads. More like, octagonal. He then drew a torso, rectangular in shape. He continued like this for a while until he felt satisfied. The figure he had drawn was completely made out of blocky shapes like rectangles, triangles and octagons. It was quite a strange thing to see. Todd tossed the paper to the side and started drawing something different. While drawing, he began to daydream, and started drawing randomly again. After about 15 minutes, he snapped out of his daydream and looked at his drawing.

He himself didn’t even know what he had drawn. Usually when he was daydreaming he drew something he knew, But this thing didn’t seem familiar to him. It was a human, he could definitely make that out. But from the looks of it,  it’s skeleton was backwards, and it’s skin was inside out. Todd put the drawing in the trash and went to the kitchen to get a drink, still thinking about that weird thing he had drawn.

That night, Todd was sleeping peacefully. He made a soft snoring noise, very different from his dad, who sounded like a chainsaw in his sleep. He muttered something, not noticing that his trash can fell over and a sheet of paper crawled out like a caterpillar. It crawled under the bed and stayed there, unmoving. At around 3 AM, Todd woke up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he noticed that his trash can had fallen over. He put it back upright and then felt something wrapped around his leg.

He looked down and saw the drawing of the inverted creature. He frowned and tried to take it off, failing. He suddenly fell to his knees, holding on to his head as a massive headache quickly built up “Do you remember me?” a voice in his head asked “No! Who are you?” Todd replied. “You do remember me” the voice said. It was a high pitched, but still masculine sounding voice. Tood shook his head wildly “No! I don’t remember you! Who are you?” he was currently trying to get the piece of paper removed from his leg. “We’ve met before” the voice said, seemingly not even listening to what Todd said. “Yes, definitely, we’ve met before” the voice said, a bit more certain sounding than before. “Turn around if you want to meet me again” the voice said. Todd didn’t turn around “Turn around if you want to live” the voice said now, in a more annoyed tone. Todd still didn’t move. The drawing suddenly let go from Todd’s leg and crawled back under the bed. Todd still sat there, unmoving, his eyes shut tight. He heard the window opening on his left, but didn’t make any move to close it.

After almost 30 minutes, when he was certain it was safe, he opened his eyes and looked at the window. It was still wide open. He looked out of it to see if there was something still out there. He didn’t notice anything, so he closed the window and went to bed again. In the dark alley across the street, the creature from his drawing was looking up at Todd’s window “You remember me. You always remembered” the creature turned around and shambled to the other side of the alleyway “Everyone does” it said simply, before turning into a drawing again and flying away with the wind.  