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The Gutkin

Martin turned the key again. Nothing. Just a tired click. He banged the steering wheel. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. He pulled out his phone, held it to the window. “No signal.” Sarah pulled her jacket tighter around her thin frame. “What do we do now?” Martin was always a proper protector, strong and stubborn, but in recent years he’d been ill more often. That’s why Sarah was worried, her eyes searching his face in the gloom. “Why don’t we wait till morning?” “Nah,” Martin said, voice rough but sure. “I can see lights in the distance—farmhouse or something. I’ll walk down the road. You stay here. Lock the doors. Don’t open them for anyone but me.” He kissed her forehead, cold against her skin, then stepped into the blackness. His torchlight bobbed ahead, then vanished. Sarah locked every door with trembling fingers. The car sat on a slope; Martin had put the handbrake on tight. Minutes crawled by, heavy and silent. Exhaustion tugged at her eyelids. She rested her head against the window and dozed off. Suddenly—bang! Bang! Bang! Her heart slammed against her ribs. She wiped a patch clear on the windscreen and froze. Standing upright, a figure with a huge hooked nose pressed its face to the glass. The banging stopped. The creature stared at her, unblinking. Her breath hitched. She yanked the handbrake hard. The car jolted forward on the slope, knocking the creature over and bumping roughly over it. Sarah slammed the gear into drive and floored the accelerator. The car gained speed, hurtling down the lane towards the distant lights. She made it to the farmhouse, slammed the car door and ran to the front door. She banged hard. No answer. She tried the handle—it was unlocked. Without hesitation, she pushed it open and slipped inside. Behind her, the creature appeared at the threshold, its hooked nose just visible. She locked the door behind her and ran into the living room. The house was not empty. Shapes moved in the shadows—others like the creature, standing upright, silent and watching. Sarah backed away, heart hammering. The creatures closed in. She screamed as rough hands grabbed her arms and legs, dragging her down to the floor. Fingernails tore at her skin. Teeth snapped at her neck and shoulders. She fought, but the pain was overwhelming, her strength fading fast. One creature leaned close, its breath foul and cold. A sickening crack echoed as her neck snapped under the pressure. Her scream cut short. The creatures loomed over her broken body, their eyes glowing faintly in the gloom. This is an original creation by me from the inner depths of my mind. More creatures from the shadows:    • Unreal Drawings Born From Dreams   ✨ Support My Art ✨ If you’d like to help me create more surreal creatures and strange worlds, you can support me with a small donation. Every bit goes directly into art supplies and materials for my work. 👉 https://paypal.me/markcomerfordart?lo... Thank you for keeping the creations alive! 🖤 ​Timestamps: ​0:00 Drawing the Main Structure ​1:15 Addingl Details ​2:45 Inking and Defining Lines ​4:00 Shading for Depth ​4:50 Final Artwork Showcase