"The Reason I Won't Go Near My Paintings Anymore" | Creepypasta

my career as a painter is over and the fact I can no longer enjoy my love of art is strangling my soul with a horrific strength to terrifying and powerful to name I don't know if I can handle it much longer but let me explain myself decades ago when I was in the first grade I drew my first real picture a crude crayon drawing with a pair of stick men in front of a forest background it wasn't good but my seven-year-old self was proud of it beside me show my tempted masterpiece to my teacher I don't remember much from my early childhood but the side of the teachers face contorting in confusion lurks in my memory to this day what is that she asked staring at the paper with her jaw open it's a picture of two people at the woods I said in a childish babble not knowing what was wrong no what is that the teacher said shoving the drawing near my face with her finger in the left-hand corner in the corner of my picture in gray cran something was perched in the tree with a smile full of fangs it was a lanky creature its waxy texture making it skin look rough and bumpy but most strange of all its characteristics it had small tiny eyes smaller than the tip of an ants lake and with his itty-bitty eyes it appeared to stare at the stick figures and the drawing I was bewildered to say the least disturbed would be a better word what is it the teacher pressed I don't know I didn't even draw that the teacher looked at the other students as they finished up their artworks and she ruled the possibility somebody had been messing with my paper don't lie to me tell me what you drew I didn't draw it I swear I don't even have a gray cran no more lies what is it I stroked my hair and thought for an excuse saying it's a dragon I guess the thing that had appeared on my drawing didn't have wings looked nothing like a dragon but the teacher bought it and didn't write it off as something weird after school I threw that first picture in the trash throughout my life I developed an immense passion for art but that thing showed up every single time I drew anything I made a birthday card for my grandmother drawing a flowery meadow it was until the next day however until my grandmother called asking why'd sent her a picture of a grey slender beast with miniscule eyes [Music] my elementary school art instructor thought I was obsessed with whatever I was drawing and I had to lie about the creature being a Pokemon character there were a million little things like that and it became a regular part of my life something utterly normal to me after all it started in first grade on Valentine's Day in fifth grade I decided to sketch my crush to impress her and I covered the entire sheet with her face to make sure the thing wouldn't ruin the picture if there's no background for the thing to show up in it will be a perfect sketch my plan contradicting what I had hypothesized failed without a doubt instead of appearing in the background of the picture the thing was climbing out of a bloody gash where the drawing of my crushes right cheek had been as you can guess I didn't show it to her and left school with a blank numb and unreadable expression and from then onward I never failed to see the thing in my artwork whether it be peering through the window in a cityscape swimming over the horizon of a seascape or staring at me in the center of the page with its black the minutes of eyes when I started using watercolor and pastels more than pencils they got more chances to see the thing in much greater detail it was a ghoul the color of a dark gray storm cloud with yellowy curly nails and a surreal chin as pointy as a knife sometimes after looking away from the picture for a few seconds the thing would change its spot freaking me out as never done that before I asked the first time it happened I thought the thing was more sinister the older I got but it never done anything of course I was assuming the thing was a single entity that lived in my artwork at least that's what I've come to believe after all these years after I graduated from art school a place where the thing haunted the backgrounds of all my works I opened a studio in lower Manhattan I whipped up some watercolors and sketches for the display creating distant environments with a thing to dwell without anybody noticing and after a few weeks there were quite a few buyers in no time at all I made a name for myself in the local artistic community the creepy Easter eggs and my drawing scenery intriguing some of my buyers life was going great and the money wasn't bad at all only a tiny portion of my buyers noticed how that creepy Easter egg in the background scenery would move a few centimetres and I informed them how it was an optical illusion I've been working on perfecting my entire life a few weeks ago after another successful day of business I decided to make a clay sculpture in my spare time I never done before so I thought it'd be interesting I bought some clay at at home through the New York traffic and let my hypnotic creativity take control of my fingers it was like drawing a picture but the squishy clay felt better on my skin than a pencil or brush I ended up making that of a bird chiseling the animals feathery waving neck before adding the beak I was impressed with myself leaving the creation on my nightstand to dry overnight as I drifted to sleep a noise from my ears but I don't remember how to describe it and as soon as my consciousness faded in the suspension my subconscious took control of my mind I had a dream I was in a desert dust devils and tornados of dirt and sand raging in the distance but wisping his circles around me was a billow of grey paint I swear the black my nude eyes of the thing contacted mine as the nightmare jolted me awake I woke with my body facing the nightstand and I would have screamed if I thought my nightmare had ended instead of being the head of a bird the sculpture had a triangular chin a coat of gray paint and two needle sized holes as eyes I didn't move only the sculpture did it smiled at me and bounced off the nightstand without breaking clinking out of my bedroom that adrenaline rush was the most I'd ever gotten I had so much energy but was frozen still thinking my heart would burst with enormous horrible pressure what the hell had happened I spasmed as a downstairs window shattered not daring to think I stayed up all night under my blankets me spending hours upon hours of my eyes stuck opened torture I thought I'm torturing myself but I wouldn't fall asleep while that thing was still out there I couldn't fall asleep while I was roaming about in the morning when I came to my senses they claimed her downstairs to find the window scattered across the sidewalk what the hell did I do I went outside looked around the street for a minute and cleaned up the glass until newspaper boy arrived asking about my window oh [Music] it's just nothing oh well accidents happen anyway did you hear what happened last night the boy said flailing the newspaper in my face someone broke into a 3d printer store and made a whole load of these weird statues they're creepy with odd Chin's in these eyes those eyes I patted the newspaper boy in the back and spent the laborious task of driving to the studio in downtown when I got there something had broken the door open and I saw the thing was taking up all the space and all the paintings and sitting on my desk was a paper note with the words thank you after seeing that I destroyed all the drawings in my studio and having dared and make one since some of my old buyers have gone missing as you can imagine I refused to attend a party hosted by the New York art leak which I knew possessed one of my paintings my career is gone I'm broke I have no clue what to do the only thing I've learned since the end of my job is to put a dresser against my bedroom door at night the only reason I'm writing this is to see if anyone else as something lurking everywhere in an aspect of their life a thing that feeds on your happiness and stops you from doing what you love because I have no idea if I can deal with this for much more time [Music] [Music] I want to give a huge thanks to my $5 and up patrons Letty M hunter D Christopher B Ronnie K Lake s Meg C Linda H Tim D 28 and mister creeps and all of the $2 nut patreon supporters on screen as well and if you'd like to join at these lovely ghouls you can head on over to my newly updated patreon page where for only $1 a month you'll get an exclusive narration that will never ever be uploaded to this channel usually a 1 a bit too extreme for YouTube so that's an extra video every month for just $1 and for $2 a month you'll get two thanked in the on-screen credits at the end of every video and for just $5 a month I'll give you a personal shout-out at the end of every video plus an exclusive role in my discord server and all these perks are updated at the beginning of each month and there are even more rewards you can get as well so don't forget to visit the link in the description to visit my patreon page and consider supporting my work every pledge helps out a ton no matter the size as I've said at the end of every video and I'm going to be putting much more time into keeping up with and interacting with my patrons moving forward and for today's outro I I didn't include the full names of my patrons because I just wasn't sure if I should I wasn't sure if that's the right protocol to follow part of me assumes that if somebody is supporting me on patreon under their full name that they're fine with me you know shouting out their full name and giving them credit where credit's due but at the same time I never would have violate anybody's privacy and I just don't know that for sure so what do you guys think should I should I shout out people with their full names I'll be asking that in a post on my patreon page as well so if you want to vote on that post as well let me know what you think there you can always join my patreon page alright I want to thank you all for watching and I hope you enjoyed today's narration have a good night everybody Cheers you [Music]

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Length: 13min 33sec (813 seconds)

Published: Mon Sep 03 2018