Little Notebook of Horrors

“You expect me to believe this?” I scoffed.

“I don’t expect you to, I need you to.” She frowned.

“Show me your fangs.”

She stepped back and opened her mouth, a set of fangs dropping and retracting.
I’m not sure what happened to my mind after that, what happened to my sanity.

It’s as if everything I was thinking about suddenly slipped away and my mind went blank. Everything went in one ear and out the other. You could’ve told me the world was about to end and I would’ve replied “Uh-huh.”

I wasn’t mad, sad, freaked out, happy, annoyed, I was just, nothing. I knew what this was, reality hadn’t hit yet.

“Gerard?” She tilted her head. Then like a catapult everything lunged at me, my mind exploding in a mix of shock and terror. A boulder was just placed on my back.

“Boo? Is this really you? How is this possible?” I whispered then covered my mouth, as if I were trying to hide the shock on my face.

“You made me.”

“But HOW?” I cried, my voice cracking.

She looked to the notebook in my hands and I looked down just the same.
“This?” I said quietly. She nodded.

I could feel tears rolling down my face but I didn’t care. I’d earned the right to cry.
I opened the notebook and looked down at the drawing of Boo from yesterday. The clothes she was wearing right now were the same clothes I drew in the picture. My eyes widened.

I sprinted across the room to retrieve a pen and drew a heart on her jacket pocket. I looked back to her, the heart had appeared on her jacket as if it’d been there the whole time.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I cursed. This time I drew a butterfly on the back of the page, within a few seconds a butterfly was flying around the room.

At first I was filled with amazement and wonder, like I’d just discovered the cure to cancer or the second coming of Jesus.

And then the grief came, the idea that I had some kind of responsibility or duty now. I can’t even take care of myself, how could I possibly take care of something like this? I never asked for this.

I then went back to the amazement, if I played my cards right, this could change my life. Was this a gift or a curse? Are there other notebooks like this out there?

“Gerard, I’m hungry! Feed me!” Boo whined, interrupting my thoughts.

“You just ate!” I snapped. Then the dead girl on my kitchen floor finally came back to me.

“Shit-“ I put the notebook down and jogged over to the kitchen.

“Shit shit shit shit shit,” I ran my fingers through my hair, this was way more than I bargained for. Now, not only was this girl I’d just met dead, but I also had the murder to cover up and the murderer to detain.

It’s not like I could just turn her into the cops, it was my fault that she was here. She was my responsibility now.

“FUCK me!” I turned to the wall and punched it as hard as I could, the rebound being worse than I could imagine. Blood drizzled down my knuckles; I clenched my jaw.

Okay, that wasn’t the best idea. Boo scurried into the room, eyeing my hand with a fascinated expression on her face.

“Can I?” Her eyes went round.

“NO! God no! Go back to the living room.” I ordered, she pouted and slumped her shoulders as she walked out. 5 minutes knowing her and it was already like having a kid. Was this really happening to me?

But it was Boo, it was really her. I may have just officially met her but I’d already known her for the longest time. After all, I created her. And I don’t know how, but she already knew me.

I sighed, “Boo, get back in here.” Within a few seconds, lightning speed, she was back in the room. Damn, that would take some getting used to. If she had a tail I reckon it’d be wagging from the look of excitement on her face.

“This is your mess, and you’re going to help me clean it up. Got it?” I gave her an appointed look and she nodded.

“Now, er, can you just eat the rest of her or something?” My face scrunched up at the thought.
“Ew! No! She’s already rotting now, and you know I only eat the meat! What would we do with the rest?” She grimaced at me.

“Hey! Don’t look at me like I’m the sick one! You’re the one who ate her leg!” I shot back.

“HEY! Who’s idea was it to make me this way?!” She crossed her arms.

I shut up. She had a point; it was definitely my idea to make a meat-eating vampire.
First, she would drain the body of blood, and then she would eat the meat, usually just a limb. Hence the situation we had here.

“God but why her Boo, she was innocent! You killed an innocent person!” I pressed my fingers to my temple; I didn’t want to blame her because it was my fault too. But I couldn’t help the emotions going through me.

She blinked at me in confusion. “No I didn’t?”

“You did!” I cried.

“But I was just feeding?” She looked down to the floor with a mix of sadness and confusion on her face.

It occurred to me that she probably didn’t know right from wrong. In my comic she could kill whomever she wanted to and it didn’t make a difference, there were no consequences or guilt. In a way it was dark humor. But that’s just fiction, this is real life.

You can’t kill people.

“Boo, listen to me carefully. This world is different from the world you’ve come from. Your world is in my head; it’s all fantasy. This is the real world and here people aren’t just insignificant pawns in a plot. They have feelings and emotions; they have families. The girl you killed probably has a Mother and Father who are going to miss her very dearly. Do you understand?” I gave her a sincere look and rubbed her shoulder so as to not come off angry.

She blinked a couple times, “No.”

“No what?” I raised an eyebrow.

“No, I don’t understand.”

I groaned in frustration, “Just-“ “We’ll work on it.”

I waved it off and turned my attention back to the corpse; I didn’t want to dump the body, despite being an “author” I wasn’t creative with stuff like this. I wouldn’t even know where to start with covering up a crime. I’d be too scared to fuck up and leave behind evidence.

There was nothing I could do that would help in this scenario. I’d have to use the same source that was the cause of it, the notebook.

Although I didn’t want to go out on a limb and start using it because I didn’t know enough about it yet, this was a dire situation. And, I was still kind of curious. Who wouldn’t be?

Now what could I do to fix this? Draw some sort of an abyss that would swallow the body? Hah, no that’s a disaster waiting to happen. Maybe I could draw a huge pot of acid and dissolve the body in it? No, then what would I do with the acid afterwards?

“Dammit,” I chewed on my lower lip, my creative juices were not flowing today.

“What’s wrong?” Boo asked.

“I don’t know what to draw.” I replied.

“To make the body go away?” She asked again.

“Yeah.”

“Easy! Jerry and Janice!” She gleamed.

“What?” I blinked a couple times, thinking about what that meant.

Jerry and Janice were characters in the comic Boo came from. They were demons that ate corpses; they served the big bad guy, Dillon. In real life Dillon would be something like a mafia boss, or the leader of a cartel. When Dillon killed someone, he fed them to Jerry and Janice. What would it mean to bring them into this world? Could I control them? They didn’t look human like Boo did.

But I only needed them for a split second, is there any way I could get rid of them after?

“Boo, what do you know about this notebook?” I asked.

“As much as you do, I came from it. I don’t know how it works.” She shrugged.

“Shit,” I grumbled.

“If you make them come here and they act up, I could kick their butt like I always do! Just do it!” She cheered.

I rolled my eyes, “Kicking their butt isn’t the problem. They can’t stay in this world.”

“Rip up the page.” She suggested.

My eyes widened, Why in the world didn’t I think of this? If I rip up the page the object is drawn on, won’t it disappear? What about drawing with pencil and erasing it?

“Perfect,” I smirked and went to retrieve the notebook. I couldn’t find the butterfly any more so I figured I should just draw something else.

I saw down on the couch and drew a stack of money with a pencil. Boo sat next to me, waiting in anticipation. Just as something fades out, the stack of money faded into view on top of a coffee table. I have to say I expected more though, like sparkles, wind, maybe vortexes.

I grinned at the money, this was nice. Really nice. But this wasn’t the purpose, I took the bottom of the pencil and erased it. Like magic, the money faded out of view, no longer existing.

Dammit, I drew Boo with pen; maybe I’ll try ripping up the page later? Don’t get me wrong, it was kind of cool to have her around but she couldn’t stay in this world. The sooner the better too, can’t be getting attached now.

“Alright, I’ll do it. Let’s go into the kitchen.” I got up and Boo followed, I’d already begun drawing the two. I left out major details and did a super quick sketch, I figured the notebook would do most of the work for me. You know, the ‘animating’ part.

It didn’t happen right away, I wonder if actual people took longer to create. I’d have to write all these little things down. The more I learned about the notebook the better.

Around 30 minutes passed before something started appearing in the kitchen, it faded in slower than the money did, but I could tell it was them right away. We sat on the counter, patiently waiting.

When the two finally came to life they gasped for air, looking around at their surroundings in panic.

“Where we are?!” Jerry huffed, his voice deep and demanding. His way of talking was very caveman-like, just the way I always pictured it.

“H-Hey.” I waved at them; they looked back at me in shock.

“Gerard! Why you bring us here?!” Janice stomped her feet up and down.

They knew who I was?

“Can you get rid of this?” I pointed to the corpse. They both blew up in a chorus of evil laughter before diving to the floor like animals and devouring the girl’s body. It was so hard to watch, I had to turn away and hold back any tears that wanted to escape.

I felt fucking horrible. Worse than I’d ever felt in my life. I was sorry to the girl.

“Do you see why this is bad now?” I whispered to Boo, she didn’t say anything.

On another note, Jerry and Janice were more ‘alive’ than I could have ever imagined. Their features were so vivid from the horns on their heads, their misshapen faces, their sharp teeth and their creepy smiles that extend to their ears. It was scary to think they were real.

I held the notebook close, ready to erase them as soon as they finished their jobs. It took them less than five minutes then they grinned up at me evilly.

“MORE!” Jerry yelled, pounding his fists on the floor.

“Th-That’s enough of that.” I began erasing the drawing and paused. Why wasn’t it erasing? I pushed harder on the paper and the granite from the pencil remained on the paper, it didn’t even smear.

“Oh my fucking god,” I pushed harder, my arm aching from how desperate I was to get the marks off the paper.

“I-It’s not working!” I exclaimed to Boo. Her eyes widened and she gestured for me to rip the page. Almost immediately I ripped the page out of the book and tore it up into a bunch of tiny pieces. I yelped as the last piece in my hand caught fire, meeting the rest of the pieces on the floor in a big spark. All of the paper disintegrated in a split second, not even leaving ashes behind. It was similar to the way a vampire goes up in flames when he meets the sun in movies.

My jaw dropped and I looked up to find Jerry and Janice still standing in my kitchen, evil grins plastered on their faces.

They began thrashing around and trashing my kitchen, smashing plates on the ground. Boo acted quickly, pouncing at them and throwing punches.

Knowing they wouldn’t win this fight, they ran into the living room and charged at the window. A big crashing sound was heard and before I knew it they were falling from this 4-story apartment. As if they couldn’t use the door?!

Boo and I sprinted to the window, expecting to see a big demon-splatter pancake on the sidewalk but instead saw them getting up, uninjured, and running away down the street.

Notes

HEYY! Yay for another chapter! How are you guys doing with all the Fake Your Death feels? LOOK AT ALL THAT PAINNN.

Hope you enjoy this chap, please leave a comment J It’d mean a lot to me, I always strongly appreciate every comment that I receive and they are the only things that motivate me to write. LOVE YOU GUYS. And for my Frank fic readers, I’m going to talk with my co-authors as soon as I have the time and get it up and running again! As well as you can expect a Frank appearance in this story either next chapter or the one after ;D