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Lucas frowned. “That’s not—”
“Fine,” she whispered. “But we do it my way. Tonight. In the art room. And you bring that notebook—every page.”
“You don’t have a choice.” He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and turned it toward her. It was a video of Megan’s bedroom window, taken from outside. In the video, a tiny ink squirrel leaped from her desk, scampered across her pillow, and dissolved into a puddle.
“You should have remembered,” Megan said, wiping her pen clean on his letterman jacket. “I’m the one who draws the lines.”
“I’ve got more,” Lucas said. “Your little menagerie of animated doodles? I’ve been documenting it for weeks. You help me, or this goes to every news outlet, every science blog, every creepypasta forum I can find. Your life as you know it? Over.”
Megan had nearly screamed in the middle of Mr. Henderson’s lecture on the Treaty of Versailles.
“Draw it,” Lucas said, pointing to the page with The Hollow .
Megan took a deep breath. She wasn’t going to draw The Hollow . Not exactly. She had other plans. Midnight. The school was a tomb of shadows and humming fluorescent lights. Lucas was waiting in the art room with the notebook. Megan brought her best dip pen, a bottle of India ink so dark it seemed to drink the light, and a fresh sheet of heavyweight paper.
Lucas frowned. “That’s not—”
“Fine,” she whispered. “But we do it my way. Tonight. In the art room. And you bring that notebook—every page.”
“You don’t have a choice.” He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and turned it toward her. It was a video of Megan’s bedroom window, taken from outside. In the video, a tiny ink squirrel leaped from her desk, scampered across her pillow, and dissolved into a puddle. megan inky
“You should have remembered,” Megan said, wiping her pen clean on his letterman jacket. “I’m the one who draws the lines.”
“I’ve got more,” Lucas said. “Your little menagerie of animated doodles? I’ve been documenting it for weeks. You help me, or this goes to every news outlet, every science blog, every creepypasta forum I can find. Your life as you know it? Over.” Lucas frowned
Megan had nearly screamed in the middle of Mr. Henderson’s lecture on the Treaty of Versailles.
“Draw it,” Lucas said, pointing to the page with The Hollow . Tonight
Megan took a deep breath. She wasn’t going to draw The Hollow . Not exactly. She had other plans. Midnight. The school was a tomb of shadows and humming fluorescent lights. Lucas was waiting in the art room with the notebook. Megan brought her best dip pen, a bottle of India ink so dark it seemed to drink the light, and a fresh sheet of heavyweight paper.