Don't Walk His Path.

Don't dare walk his path or look into his eyes for his dark deep stare will scar you for life, that is if he lets you live. no mercy not a drop of blood to waste he leaves not a trace for the police to track for he is not containable no human prison can keep him locked away. 3am every morning you can see him hoody over his head grey silverish hair over his face, he walks so slow yet he disappears so fast, walks the same route every day at the same time leaving a trail of black blood as if it's fresh out the body, Yet where does this trail go, by sunrise it's gone no trace left behind. His wicked grin bloody and corrupt his bottom half of his face burnt and his eyes opening sideways as the glare into your eyes as he watches your last expression before death. The kids calm him The Glare the parents call him dangerous but no matter his name all know to stay away. The story starts as a young boy the age of 15 lives his life poor and scummy his parents gone left alone at a foster home no sisters no brothers no mom no dad just him, his crayons and paper. His foster parents never mentioned young Andy for there wasnt much to say, nothing known about him now not his past, why? Because Andy doesn't speak his words were through his very detailed morbid drawings. Piles left along his bed of many drawings in crayons many of which seemed to be demonic in a way the foster kids feared him some even bullied. The foster parents didnt stop the kids as they claimed they were just "playing" but what happens when the playing goes too far? One night as Andy was drawing the foster kids came into his room and decided to beat home to the ground leaving him with a broken nose and two black eyes. The kids laughed at him on the ground and pointer but the laughter stopped suddenly as they watched Andy stand to his feet a grin on his pale face and blood covering his mouth and nose he said his first words "pose for the artist" as the room burst into flames the foster parents rushed to the room and called the fire department. After the fire was put out the foster kids were found dead all but one the body of Andy never found but pictures each left stapled to the kids burnt bodies of a drawing in crayon of their last face before they died. And so with every victim to cross his way a death awaits with a drawing of their last gaze.