The Stickman
July 6 1969, 10 years ago
"Julie stop, what are you doing, get down from there!"
"ARHHHHH!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Are you crazy, get down from there, JULIE!!!"
A fight broke out in the other room, I heard books falling to the ground. I squeezed my 6 year old body into a tiny ball, leaning against the bedroom wall, I wondered what was going on. Ever since the start of the year, my elder sister had gone insane and always screamed and yelled before going to sleep. Everyday, she would draw on her bedroom wall with her blood.
"NO STOP IT STOP..."
The room went dead silent.
sister hung herself
_"The stickman comes to those who sleep, _when nightfall comes their souls he reaps. _At night, he appears and haunts your dreams, _he steals your spirit bit by bit. _If you want to survive the night, _draw the Stickman to conceal his might. _Should the curse be broken free, _may the Stickman come to me."