There's something about that painting my parents bought a few days ago. A painting of an empty sidewalk on night time. I keep getting these weird feelings ever since they bought it, I couldn't really tell what it is because I never had felt something like it.
Anyways, back to the point, I wanted to investigate on it. I lay there in my bed, wondering about that painting like I do every night. "I have to do it, I have to look at it" I thought to myself. I got up slowly, opened my bedroom door and snuck out. I reached the area where the painting was hung, and squinted, tryng to make out shapes in the dark.
"There's something wrong with this painting, it wasn't like the painting I remembered".
I leaned my head closer to the painting, and as soon as I could remember what was wrong with the painting, a bloody hand grabs my hair and drags me into the painting. As soon as I regained my consciousness, I find out that I was in the painting, the empty sidewalk in the night.
I saw a lady, she was limping, I didn't want to go near her, knowing I'm in a painting, but I did because I thought maybe she could help me.
"Excuse me?" I said approaching her, but she did not look back.
"Miss, I need your help." I touched her shoulder, she looked back and the terrifying sight of her face drained mine of all color.
Her face was covered with blood, her eyes are completely black, she was wearing a mask and was holding a knife.
"Do I look pretty?!" She tilted her head in a manner that was unlikely for humans to do.
"O-Of course you are, everyone is beautiful!", I said.
She widened her eyes and removed her mask, revealing her mouth was slit, ear to ear. "How about now, am I still beautiful?", she said.
"You're okay" I said, fearing for the worst, hoping it was all a dream.
She then tilted her head again and walked away, I felt so relieved she didn't kill me.
After that, I felt like I needed to go to the restroom so I tried to find the nearest public toilet in this street.
I found one and I entered it, at the door stood a woman with a white mask and a yellow cape. I ignored her and just went in the door, I tried to find a clean cubicle with a clean toilet.
As soon as I found one, I sat down and started leaking.
While leaking, I heard someone outside my cubicle saying,
"Shall I put on the red cloak or the yellow cloak?"
"Yellow cloak" I said.
The woman tackles down the door of my cubicle and grabs me, she holds up the rusty, bloody knife ready to stab me. She lunges the knife at my heart but luckily, I woke up.
"It's all a dream!" I said, sitting up on my bed.
I felt a slight pain in my chest, I pulled the sheets away and saw my chest bleeding.
I looked at the wall and there was something written on it. "Should have said 'NOTHING' ", it read. I soon realised that it was written my own blood pouring from my chest.
It was the last thing I saw before I died.