Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26846606-20170702015740

Zach and Matthew exited the thrift shop. Matthew was carrying a box filled with various items that he would soon search through.

“Why the hell did you buy that box?” Zach asked as they walked towards the car.

“Dude, there could be some decent stuff in here.” Matt replied.

“You literally picked up the box and bought it.”

“I got it for fifteen bucks though.”

Zach sighed as they reached Matt’s car. Matt placed the box inside his trunk and slammed the door shut. They got in the car and drove back to Matt’s house. Once reaching his house, they went into the kitchen and laid the box onto the table. Matt began to look through the box, pulling out different items such as a pink cowboy hat and an empty Coca-Cola glass bottle.

“Nothing but junk.” Zach said as he walked around Matt.

“Where are you going?” Matt asked as he pulled out an empty nerf gun magazine.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Zach said as he turned towards Matt. “After that, I’m leaving.”

Zach turned right back around and made his way to the bathroom. He entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Disappointed yet still determined, Matt continued to search the box. After pulling out a rusty hammer and an old model home phone, there was only a stack of papers left in the box. He lifted the papers up and was quite surprised. There was one more object at the bottom of the box. He placed the stacks of papers on the kitchen table and grabbed the squared object. He turned it over to see it was a painting of a man’s head.

The painting depicted an older gentleman’s head, long dark brown hair with a beard. A small amount of blood dripped down his forehead due to having a crown of thorns on top of his head. Matt realized that this was a painting of Jesus Christ. He was weirded out by the picture, not because of this depiction of Jesus, but of it’s eyes. There was no real detail of it’s eyes, the area where it’s eyes were were painted a brownish red. Matt placed the painting down and started to make his way towards the fridge.

“Look at me.” a soft voice whispered behind Matt.

Matt jumped and turned around quickly. Nobody was there. He was confused at the situation. He curiously thought if the voice came from the painting. He went back to the painting and picked it up. His eyes first caught glance of it’s eyes. His eyes were locked on the eyes of the painting. Slowly, his expression went from curiosity to being emotionless as he was hypnotized by the painting’s eyes. His expression soon grew angry as the he continued to stare at the painting.

Zach flushed the toilet and walked back into the kitchen. He looked towards the kitchen table, only seeing objects shattered across the table’s surface. Matt was nowhere to be seen.

“Matt?” Zach asked as he slowly makes his way to the table.

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He reaches the table and notices a painting laying face down. He turns it over and stares down at it, seeing the same painting of Jesus with one slight change to it. It’s eyes are now painted in detail with bluish green pupils. He then feels a hammer slam down at the back of his head. Zach collapses to the ground, dropping the painting as blood gushes from the back of his head. He looks up to see Matt wielding a hammer with brownish red eyes angrily staring down at him. Matt gets on top of him and starts swinging the rusty hammer down at Zach’s head. Blood flies up onto Matt as Zach’s head is smashed in further and further. Soon enough, Matt gets off of Zach’s lifeless body. His blood covered face stares down at what remains of his friend. He turns around and exits through the front door as Zach’s blood flows towards the painting.  