October 15th, 2018, was the best and worst day of my life. It was the best day of my life, because my wife had given birth to a beautiful baby boy. It was the worst day of my life, because my wife went into a self-induced coma, resulting from excessive blood loss. I took my new son Sam home that day, and left my sick wife at the hospital. I was filled with so much sadness, yet so much love all at the same time. Every night, I put my baby boy to sleep, and I was filled with absolute peace and joy. I had never seen a baby sleep as soundly as my son did. Every night, I wished I could hold my wife as we watched our son dream the night away. I wanted so badly to retain these wonderful images I had of Sam, and I knew my wife would want them too. I knew I had to do something.
My next door neighbor and his wife gave birth to a little girl named Cindy, two years prior. I remembered them showing me a scrap book filled with gorgeous sketches of animals, candies, toys and things of that sort. The sketches were created by a machine called dream sketch. The machine worked like a polygraph device, except it sketched whatever a person or child was dreaming of at that given time. I knew right then and there that I had found the answer I was looking for. When I brought the machine home, it came complete with a moderately sized sketching machine that came with a stack of paper, extra ink and two small wireless sensors (that were to be placed on the right and left sides of the head of the dreamer). Later that night, I cradled my young son to sleep. I then put the two small sensors on both sides of Sam’s head, and turned on the machine. The machine buzzed softly on into the night. I stayed in Sam’s room for nearly an hour, before I went to bed, periodically watching the dream sketch and watching Sam sleep. I was excited as a kid before Christmas, waiting to see what my son would dream up.
When I awoke the next morning, I went into Sam’s room to wake him up. Sam laid calmly in his crib, as he stared at me smiling. Just as I was going to pick up Sam, I remembered the dream sketch. A single sheet of paper lay on the floor next to the dream sketch. As I picked up the sheet of paper, I could clearly see it was a drawing of my wife lying in her hospital bed, fast asleep. Strange that such an image would be made from a new born child, but there was something else that was odd about this drawing. Something that I couldn’t quite figure out. It was then that I received the phone call. I don’t recall who it was that gave me the news that day. It could have been a man or even a woman for all I know. But what I do know for sure are the words that were spoken to me. “Your wife is dead.” It was then I knew what was odd about the sketch in my hand. My wife’s electrocardiogram was flat lined. With tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat, there laid Sam calmly on his back, still staring at me, still smiling.
I returned the dream sketch back to the store I bought it from, and screamed at the employee who sold it to me. The employee did their best to explain to me that they have no control over what the dream sketch draws, that of course is all up to the person the dream sketch is hooked up to. The employee apologized profusely for the inconvenience, but I was inconsolable at that point. I was in a complete daze from the shock of my dead wife, and knowledge that her death was foretold. Who it was foretold by was the real question at hand. Was it a mistake? Did the dream sketch have a malfunction of some sort? Was there no malfunction at all? Or was it my baby son that indeed dreamt of the death of my poor, departed wife? There was only one way to know for sure and the answer terrified me.
I left the store with a new dream sketch, and waited anxiously for night fall. It was difficult for me to rock Sam too sleep that night. He kept staring at me and smiling that damn smile of his. Eventually, he fell asleep and slept soundly while I frantically opened the box to the dream sketch and put all the necessary pieces in order. Once I connected the sensors to the right and left sides of Sam’s head, I sat there in Sam’s room, quietly in the dark. I listened to the quiet hum of the dream sketch and waited for the drawing needles to start sketching something. My heart beat increased with every minute that the night consumed, and still I watched the drawing needles. Bags under my eyes started to form as the moon shifted its position in the sky. My heart beat began to decrease, as I tried desperately hard to stay awake, and watch the drawing needles. The machine continued to hum throughout the night, as I fell asleep in my rocking chair, rocking myself into a deep sleep.
I awoke in a sweat, as I could feel Sam’s eyes staring into my subconscious. I locked eyes with my son, as he continued to smile that same damn smile and I was frowning my same damn frown. I then looked down at the dream sketch and noticed another single sheet of paper lying down on the floor below. I dropped to my knees and crawled over to the paper, frightened as a child in the dark. I wanted nothing more than to crumple the paper up and burn it and never know what was drawn on it, but I couldn’t. I had to know what was on the paper. I had to know who foretold my wife’s death. I reluctantly looked at the paper, and held my breathe at the gruesome sight that lay before me. I looked on at the sheet of paper that had a drawing of a lunatic of a man carrying a bloody shotgun in one hand, and a sheet of paper in the other hand. Two gory bodies lay on the floor below him. One of the bodies was of a young woman in her mid-twenties. The other body was of a little girl, lying down dead next to a dream sketch. I recognized these people. I recognized that lunatic of a man. God help me, I knew who these people were.
I looked out the window toward my next door neighbor’s house, and saw fire trucks and cop cars and several ambulances. When I walked outside, I spoke with one of the police officers on my neighbor’s lawn. He told me that my neighbor used his dream sketch on his wife. When my neighbor woke up and looked on at the sheet of paper that his dream sketch produced, it was of his wife having a sex with another man in a room, as his daughter Cindy lay in a basket being carried by a stork. The officer told me that my neighbor had gone insane and murdered his wife and daughter with a shotgun. After completing the heinous act, my neighbor put both barrels of the shotgun into his mouth and fired.
It was clear to me then, that my new born son was a master of evil. But how? How could a baby know such terror? How could a baby foresee evil things to come? Could he in fact be an evil being? Or could he just see things to come and these things just so happen to be the forces of evil? No. How could one see such evil, such terror, such brutality and sleep so soundly at night? I knew then what must be done. I knew then that Sam, my baby boy, had to die.
I stampeded up the stairs in a rage, toward my child’s bedroom. Blood pumped through my veins like never before, as I was prepared to do the unthinkable. I swung open Sam’s door so ferociously that it made a gaping hole, when it slammed against the wall. I expected to hear Sam cry from the loud crash, but only silence was heard. When I approached the crib, Sam was fast asleep. He slept as calmly and sweetly as ever before. But I knew what he was. I knew the true evil that lurked behind those eyes that stared at me so deeply, and that mouth that smiled that damn smile. I can admit that at this point, I had gone completely mad. I wanted Sam to wake up. I wanted him to see what I was about to do to him. I wanted him to show me that damn smile one last time, as I choked the life from his retched little body. I grabbed my son’s throat and I squeezed. I squeezed until the all the blood in my body had gone to my head. Blood pulsated throughout my veins as I squeezed. I was squeezing so hard that I hadn’t breathed a breath of air for nearly a minute, and I almost passed out. I collapsed to do the ground afterwards. After I killed my only son. I cried for a while. I cried and pleaded to God, and asked him if I did the right thing. It was then that I noticed a sheet of paper next to the dream sketch. I picked up the single sheet of paper and held it to my face. It was a drawing of me strangling my baby son in his crib. I killed my son. I killed Sam. I never knew whether or not Sam could see the evil things to come, or if he made these evil things happen. But I did what I did and I would do it again today.
-Confession statement made by Vincent Marshall regarding the murder of Samuel Marshall. Confession taken at Los Angeles County Police Department on December the 21st, 2018 at approximately 5:55 p.m.
47 Comments on 'Dream Sketch'
Children make everything creepier.
I stopped reading after because I knew it would be not enough
I stopped reading after because I knew it would be not enough.
That’s what happens when you don’t change the diaper.
Wonderful idea but it could use some more flesh and fresher twists.
It feels like it lacks something, but I’m unsure what it’s lacking. I liked the creepypasta, nice idea and nice way of telling this story
I REALLY liked this one…..i liked it SO much, im making and leaving a comment for the 2nd time ever. Reminded me of ‘minority report”. But still very original. I do, however agree that it is lacking. In my humble opinion, i think the ending is lacking a twist, i feel it will tie the story together. But – i GENUINELY liked it A LOT!!!!!!!!! You were great with not over describing, the flow was natural. I was sucked in right away. Very well written, i don’t think i noticed one grammatical issue. You weren’t using words not normally used in everyday conversation, like – it seems as though the some writer’s kept a dictionary and SPECIFICALLY used words they had no idea what they meant….GREAT JOB!!!!! Would love to read more from ya!!!
i think the dreem scetch was telling the mans dreams not the babys
Very creative concept & interesting story format. Effective near future atmosphere. Chilling.
Waz great dud god job
Liked it but it could use something extra to spif it up even more 4/5
Tht was creepy…….. n its creepier cas of tht baby
This could have been great. A twist on it where the man realises it was himself dreaming the dreams and murdered his son for nothing would have been good. As it was it seems rushed and hastily concluded. 3* effort. Try harder next time.
Oops, I just gave 4 *’s
I think it’s lacking a twist after the baby died.
This was awesome! I got chilled to the bone 20/10
It was a really good story. It really was. However, I feel the details weren’t developed enough, and a twist at the end would help tie the whole thing up into a little package. A really, really good concept with decent execution. Job well done!
Children make everything a thousand times creepier.
wow.. just wow… have no more words
Had just started the movie Cinderella (oh hush) right at the end of reading this then started singing along with the movie singing “A dream is a wish your heart makes…” I stopped then connected what I had just sung with I just read and stood the and said “Damn…”
Hats off. 10/10
This totally deserves a 10/10. That baby was probably innocent though…
I really like this story but I do have two complaints. I really wish you would have put spaces in between your paragraphs. It makes it hard for someone who loses track of their spot while reading. Also, it does seem to be lacking something. There wasn’t really any climax, no turning point. I suppose some would say him deciding to kill his son would be the climax, but it happens and is over way too fast for that. Maybe add a little more to it after he kills him.
This story really lost it’s “creep” factor when I realized what was really happening…
They were using this story in a “future” tense and I think that’s what got it. Also, with the dream sketch thing? That also took a little realism affect out of it. But it kind of rejoiced when paired with the future tense… I don’t know. I’m neutral on this story. It was well written and very creepy when avoiding the “future” aspect of it, but I just can’t say this story is below good. Thanks for the story and keep writing.
I thought it was awesomely SCARY!!! Great Job!
This could have been written better, but the story was pretty great. I love the ending.
Woah, lately there have been more and more creepypasta about babies. Fantastic job. My only complaint is that I felt the climax of the story was rushed. The father seemed to have reached the conclusion of killing his son too fast. It felt a bit rushed. Maybe he could have conducted a few more tests to determine what his son could do since two coincidences could be just that.
liked it the first time I read I got bored but holy shit I was wrong
it was simple yet very good 10/10
On the top, there is an ad for baby diapers. WTH
Oh my god.I’m in english class and that almost made me cry.IT WAS SUCH A GOOD STORY!!!
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This was great! I thought that it was really cool. i think murdering a newborn is kind of barbaric though. i kinda wanted the kid to kill the dad. like pop up out of no where and say “btw dad im Satan”
This was amazing! The baby dreamt he would die! And his mom too!!
The story was really creepy… But so messed up too. I liked it but not what happened to the poor baby. He’s a baby for crying out loud! He doesn’t know any better.
When I read the part where the narrator wanted to kill him, I was like “WHAT?! No! Don’t kill your own son! He’s JUST A BABY!!” DX
Hey gmonaco, this is an awesome creepypasta! Is it cool if i used it to narrate for my YT channel? Many thanks 🙂
This definitely made me want to cry 🙁 poor baby!! I did like this a lot and rated it five stars
This was good, but developing the characters more would’ve done it much better!
I loved this story very much, but one thing I must say is that the events, I feel, were rushed and lacking in some descriptive detail. I will ,however, say that I was impressed with the idea of the Dream Sketch and what it could produce. Hats off to you!
I really liked this one due to the suspense of wondering what Sam will dream up next
insanity is such a good thing *grinning*
“Lunatic of a man”? Isnt it supposed to be “Lunatic man” or am i just missing the point? LOL
Honestly, this is a 10 out of 10. I love this creepypasta.
I personally liked it as it went on, but I wasn’t too big on the murder of the baby. It just felt too cliched.