The Doodle Pad from Hell
All was calm as Peter Carlson was studying Ancient Legends from all around the world. Because his crazy history teacher was giving them a test on ghosts and monsters and all that stuff. I guess Mr. Satano (Peter's teacher) is really into that kind of stuff. Peter was starting to believe in those legends too, for example, The Loch Ness Monster in Scotland. Peter has seen photos of that. He stumbled across something in the book.
"What's this?" he asked himself.
He was reading about ancient paper that could bring anything you wrote or drew to life. It told him what the paper looked. It said it was the size of printer paper and it had drawings of diamonds and squares around it to decorate. It said that it was the only paper they had in Ancient Egypt. The only other source of writing was carving on the pyramid walls. It showed a picture of the paper.
"I've seen that paper somewhere." Peter said. "I just don't know where."
He looked over at his desk and noticed his doodling pad. Peter loves to draw. It looked exactly like the one in the book.
"No wonder Mr. Satano got a garden hose stuck up his butt yesterday." Peter thought.
Peter started to read more out loud.
"Some people called it The Doodle Pad from Hell, because the drawings from it were always monsters or drawings of people dying a painful death. Nobody figured out who was drawing these, but they knew it was the paper." He read. "Well, now I know not to draw things like that!" he said.
The next day…….
"Peter! Peter,wake up!" his mother called from downstairs. "I need you to help me move this sofa!"
It was Saturday, their moving day.
"O-okay…" Peter mumbled as he rolled out of bed falling on the floor.
He got dressed and went downstairs.
"Okay Peter, you take one end and I'll take the other!" his mother said.
"Betty Carlson. I need you to sign this paper." The man who worked at the moving company said.
"Give me a second, we're moving a couch right now." Betty replied.
"Yes, I see that." He said.
They put the couch in the truck that was carrying all of their stuff. Betty walked back over to the man.
He handed her the form she had to sign.
"I need a pen please." Betty said.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that, here." He said as he handed her the pen.
She signed it and gave it to the man. He looked at it.
"Uh, ma'm, we need your husband's signature too."
"I don't have a husband."
Peter's father dies mysteriously. Nobody figured out how he died. The police were still working on that one.
2 hours of packing later…
Peter ran upstairs back to his room to get one last thing. He walked into his empty room. He looked on the floor and in the closet, but he didn't find what he was looking.
"The drawing pad, it's gone" he thought.