Real-life events:
When I was a young little boy, I used to doodle little things like stickman, planes, and that original 3-D cube, my friends thought of me as "the artist", well I didn't have friends they were just classmates. Art Class was also my favorite class because I'd be helping the teacher with passing papers and other art materials. Now, I don't do it anymore, I'm in my late 30's and so I gave up on it... not because I didn't like it... I'll tell you why. So back when I was in middle school, our teacher always told us to challenge ourselves, I tried. One challenge was to draw figures with shadows and shapes/places, I drew road 66 in the desert as the mountains were shaded in the background *strange whispers*, I've never been to road 66 it just came to mind, personally I enjoyed the drawing. We always had art class on Monday and Wednesday. So on Wednesday, our teacher told us to challenge ourselves, as usual, that day we had to cut photos of a magazine and draw around it to create the outline. I spotted a blue car on the magazine and traced around it and kept the little cut-out of the car. Later, I glued the car to another landscape of a road in the desert. Next Monday, me and the class were assigned to draw with a pen, this time instead of a landscape in the desert, I drew a "bird", nothing special just a plain cartoon-like a bird. So then after I drew the bird, I created a background like a window and a furniture stuff. Then my teacher walked by to check out everyone's drawings and once she came to mind she said "Interesting, but why is the bird inside the house?" she questioned as she gave me a kind smirk. "I don't know, that's what my body told me to draw..." I smirked back. So I'd always draw what my body told me to draw, like if something was telling me to draw it. Sooner when I was about 18 or in my early 20's I went to my dream art school! And with a full written scholarship! I was so happy, but my dad... was the opposite, he says that it was a waste of time spending my career on doodles. It was sad that he didn't have my back on this, we fought a lot because of this...it was bad, so I decided to move somewhere else. Just my friend's apartment which had 2 more guest rooms so I took 1. Because of our fighting my art became a little deeper and darker *strange whispers*. My teacher wanted to talk to me about my art, she was a little concerned... "Patrick, are you okay, your art kind of makes me uncomfortable, don't get me wrong it's "beautiful" I'm just concerned."She gave me a look with her gentle caring face. "I'm fine, it' just what my body tells me what to draw *strange whispers*," I said. "So your body told you to draw yourself being eaten by monsters, and a guy drowning in a pool with blood-forming around the corpse-" My teacher spoke as I interrupted her. "Oh, that guy's my dad, he likes to go swimming, but that's not supposed to be blood..." I say smiling as I'm kind of being nervous as well."If you say everything's fine, I believe you." she ended the sentence and went to take her break. Once I went back to my apartment and had a feeling to relook over my old middle school art. So I laid my artwork on my bed and my friend who let me stay in his apartment saw the drawings and pointed to the one with the cut-out of the blue car. "So you got your dream car" he spoke as the blue car stayed put to the paper with the road in the desert. "What are you talking about, that's just a random car?" I questioned. "That's the exact color and model, and brand as your car!" he exclaimed pointing at all the references. I actually didn't realize that... Then he saw the one with the bird... "That's soooo weird Patrick" he pulled out his phone. He showed me a photo of a bird that was inside his house with the exact same background. I had a stomach ache... if the drawing I drew somehow predicted the future... then was the ones of me and my dad in the pool true aswell? I thought to myself there was no way that drawing the future was real... it sounded stupid. Then my phone rang, I picked it up and it was my mom. "Pat, you need to come to the hospital NOW, it's something to do with your father!!!" she yelled so I had her attention, I quickly went to the hospital with my car. As I got to the room my mom was in I turned the knob, I had a lump in my throat. "It doesn't make sense!" my mom cried out loud sobbing. Turns out my dad was just taking a swim, as usual, he didn't go inside for an hour, my mom went to check on him...she saw him floating on top of the pool while it slowly filled with his blood. Once he passed I created an oath to never draw again,*strange whispers* it wasn't a gift of art, it was a curse. So tomorrow I'm going with my friend to a desert, road 66 with my car, I'm very excited. I just needed a vacation, I just wanna drive so my drawings can't hurt anyone... ever...*strange whispers: Don't forget the one with "us" and you being eaten*
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This was actually super scary...