It was just a normal day in mid spring and unknown to me my life was about to draw to a close. Who would of thought that a package from an acquaintance who had grown distant from me over these countless years due to lack of comminucation. It wasn't much in the ways of a normal package. It appeared to be about the size of a pack of cigarettes with a piece of paper drawn around it with a rubber band binding the whole thing together. I thought nothing of it and cast it aside on the desk next to the apartment door and vetured out to complete the days errands with the thought of what might lie within the package. On returning home i retrived the package, drew myself a beverage, and prepared myself to gaze on what was contained within. I removed the rubberband and the paper and to my surprised I gazed apon a crayon box. Thats right, a common everyday childrens box of crayons. Nice prank I thought to myself as i gathered the wrappings and box and made my way to dispose of it when something on one of the paper wrappings caught my eye. I settled back into the chair at the kitchen table and began to look over it. The image on the paper was drawen of course in crayon but with such artistic skill that only a talented indvidual could pull off. There was a large black blob in the center of the paper, possibly depicting s shadow, with a silhouette of something not quite right. There was a little bit of a red outline around this particular object that on closer inspection couldn't have been made by a crayon. On closer inspection it was dried blood. I knew something was up, either the sender was injured and his blood made its way onto the paper, or maybe he cut himself and did this. Either way something was just too off and if either one of these theories where true he was in dire need of help so I set off to the return address listed on one of the paper wrappers.

  A few days later I arrived at a moderate sized coastle town. It was rather quite and peaceful considering what I came here to investagate. As I looked around after emerging from my car was a bunch of boats being used as either a place of business or houses down near the shoreline. Up a bit alongside the gentle slope of harbor was a few shops, homes, and other buildings you'd see in almost any town. I made arragments to stay in a little roadside motel awhiles back up the road and made my way to the post office in town to beging my search. I walked up to the counter and enquired if a certian man had dropped off a package and I described him as the last time I had seen him. The clerk there told me that he never seen someone by that description and ask my name. I gave it to him and notice a strange expression come to his face as I produced my name. He then told me that he had a package for me and then went to the back. This puzzled me since no one knew I had left to vist this place. The clerk returned with an identical package to the first I recieved. I made my way back to the hotel and was stoped by a young woman requesting that I aid here in unloading a few books that had recently arrived. I agreed and she led me down to the docks to a rather long boat. There was a trunk lying nearby that I helped her bring inside. As I sat the trunk down inside the place I gazed around and noticed the walls of the interior of this ship where covered with books. I could see a bedroom towards the back of the ship through an open door and near the entrance in the front was a table with a crystal ball lying on it. So your into fourtune telling i qwiped. She then proceeded to tell me about how blah blah blah, passed down through family blah blah blah would you like if I looked into your future. I agreed, she was cute after all and I had time to kill. I sat down and she settled in across the table from me and began her mumbo jumbo while I got to work undoing the package. Inside was another crayon box and on the paper was another image. This one of the same creature but this time more of it was exposed to the eye. Just gazing at the image gave me a very odd feeling. I was snapped to attention when the fortune teller asked me what the could be more important then her reading. Well I gave here the whole story, showed here the pictures, and told her why I was here. Lets just say she wasn't intrested in some wacked out missing friend who was sending boxes of crayons with pictures of monsters along with them so I left and made my way back to the motel. I poped my keys into the lock, opened the door, and threw the my new box of crayons alongside the old one. I watched a little TV till around 1 or was it 2 AM, everything seemed like a blur and then I went to sleep. I was awoke the next morning by a rap on my door. I gorgly got up and answer. It was one of the towns local law enforcers. He enquired if I recently spoke with the fourtune teller and I answered that yes I had and that I helped her move some books. The conversation went back and forth as he went through the room stopping for a brief moment on the pictures and then moving on. Finding nothing he bid me a good day and left, my request for what this was about falling on deaf ears. I took a bried shower, put on some fresh cloths and left for the town. When I arrived I made my way back to the fortune tellers boat and discovered it was surrounded by police tape. I Inquired with a few of the towns people and recived many conflicting stories but one thing remianed the same. There was no body found, everything was untouched, there was a few scraps of clothing that looked as if it had been clawn away. The police where dumbfounded due to the fact that all the doors where locked and the boats only key remained inside. It was if she just vanished. Well that was enough weirdness for me today so I made my way to the towns little eatery and ordered something to eat. I sat there for awhile enjoying my meal while milling over the pictures and notebook I had been jotting down all these events. I came here looking for someone and landed right in the middle of a murder or is it a suicide, well know soon enough I thought to myself and set down my papers and took another sip of coffee as the waitress made her way down the counter to me. She asked if I needed a refill, I nodded in acknowledgement.
She then noticed my papers and went on about how good I must of been to have drawn something like that with only crayons. She ask if she could show it to the rest of the staff there, again I nodded. I didn't care, I'm still kicking myself on what I'm here. I could of thrown this mess away and been done with it. I could be out drinking with my buddies. She returned and handed back my paper. I paid and went back on my way to the motel and made my way back into my room. I looked over to the dresser I had thrown the other boxes and then was shockedto find a similar looking package like the other 2. Silly me I had to open it and gaze inside. Sure enough there was another image of the same creature this time approaching someone. Thinking nothing of it i put all the pictures together and settled in for a nice night of watching the idiot box when the phone rang. It was the local police department asking if I had seen one of thier officers that had came to vist me earlier in the day. I told him yes, he then explained to me that they found his car down the road from the motel still running sans officer. They couldn't find him, and all the radio could pick up was a static with some rather odd backround noise and something like a wet cracking. They told me to be on the look out if i see anything weird. I told him to hold on a minute and I'd grab something to write with so I could jot down the departments number so if I saw something I could give him ring. I grabbed my notebook and couldnt find my pen so I grabbed one of the crayon boxes and cracked it open. I removed one crayon and we went about exchanging information. I then bid him a good day and hung up and proceeded to return the crayon to it's orginal resting place when i noticed the pink crayon in the box was missing. This struck me as odd since I always remembered a pink crayon in this box count when I was a kid. I then examined each box discovering that all lacked pink crayons. I started to get the hebby jibbies at this point so I decied that it would be best to sleep on it.

   Upon waking up I did my daily routine and made my back to the town just to see if anything out of placed happened that night. Well you could of guess it, that little eatery, cordoned off. Rumor had it that the whole staff just vanished like the others. GONE. Am I the harbinger of these peoples demise, or is this just some sick joke being played on the outsider. Thats it, tonight I'm out of this place I thought to myself. I stopped by the post office out of morbid curiosity sure enough there was another package for me. The clerk handed it over with a sinister grin on his face. I walked out of there as twilight began and worked my way back to the car with the feeling that something was watching me, lurking from the shadows, waiting for a moment of weakness, waiting. I picked up my pace every shadow I glanced at along the patch filling me with terror, bringing me one more step closer to losing my mind. Odd sounds began emitting from almost everywhere yet there was only silence. I couldn't take it anymore as I pointed to the shadows and screamed to bring it on, I'm not afraid of whatever sick joke your playing on me show yourself..........and nothing. My hand began to ache and I looked down. I had been clenching my hand around the package awfully tight and had crushed the box inside. I undid its bindings and opened the lid of the box and once again, no pink crayon. I was rather reluctant to open the paper and view what image may be strew on it but I did as I walked towards my car. It dipicted the same creature as before about to pounce on the person in the last picture. Thats odd I thought to myself as I fumbled in my pocket for my keys and then I started to realize something. The person in that picture look oddly familure. It kinda looked like me. I noticed something showing throughnthe bottom of the paper and flipped it over. RUN was written on the other side, in pink crayon.   


This kind of makes you think. I wordly inflated the orginal idea that came to me in a dream. Reading this is one thing, expirencing it in a realistic dream is another. I had a plan to use this as a nice one shot CoC adventure someday. Also it's less than wise to have a coke, BBQ rib sandwich, and some pretzels before bed because you might end up with odd stuff like this or some dreams that are well .....insanity inducing.