• I love painting is that a crime? I stay in my room away from everyone that thinks my paintings are art work of hell because these paintings i make i use not paint nor pencil instead i use a paintbrush and blood from living things. Thats right i use the blood i can get even human, but when a bug comes in i use it's blood and i love that sense bugs have colors of blood. My mother left me and locked me up in this room to rot i started painting on the walls anything with my blood. Until that day i heard there was a new child in the our home so i kept banging on the door and screamed like i was a pathetic prisoner. But that girl kept getting caught and the people in the house kept telling her not to ever come near the room that i was imprisoned in. So i decided to haunt her little dreams filling them up with my paintings of blood and torture and once she had enough of it she finally sneaked out of the her room and came to mine and got the keys and soon opened the door. She then screamed for mercy as i ripped her flesh off and used every bit of blood that me and her had until my wonderful painting on the wall was finished. But her screaming didn't wake anyone up so i kept painting until morning. Everyone ran in the room and was scared for life as they saw a painting of blood of me, the girl who happened to be my lil sister, and my mother in a bloody hell together with smiles. Then they saw me and my sister dead on the ground my sister had no flesh on her and as for me i was smiling while drenched in blood. So they saved my painting and called it the blood painting of hell.