BRUSH

✅ **🩸 *Brush* – Short Horror Story**

Lisa loved painting. She spent hours in her tiny studio, bringing **beautiful landscapes to life** with her favorite **brush**—an old wooden one with slightly frayed bristles.

One night, she bought a **new brush** from a small, dusty shop. The shopkeeper, an **elderly woman**, warned her:
**“Only paint with it during the day. Never at night.”**

Lisa laughed it off.

That night, unable to sleep, she decided to paint by candlelight. As she stroked the canvas, she felt a **prick on her finger**. She glanced down—her fingertip was **bleeding**, and the bristles of the brush were **stained red**.

She wiped it off and kept painting. But with every stroke, **more blood** seeped from her fingers. She tried to stop, but her hand **moved on its own**, furiously painting.

The canvas revealed a **twisted, demonic version of her face**, with hollow eyes and a wide, sinister grin. The **brush grew heavier**, dragging her hand violently.

When she finally dropped it, she gasped—her **fingers were gone**, replaced by **painted, blood-red smudges**. She stumbled backward, but the canvas **twitched**.

A **bloodied hand** shot out from the painting, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her **inside**. The canvas became **still**—a perfect portrait of Lisa **screaming silently**.

The **brush lay on the floor**, its bristles now soaked in **fresh blood**, waiting for its next victim.