Horror Sketch

"On the day I was admitted to the art exam, I personally drew the murderer of Teacher Zhou - the faceless woman who lay on my back for three months." The late night blizzard made the studio glass crackle, and I huddled in the bathroom to vomit, but a pale body slowly emerged in the mirror: her long hair wrapped around my neck, her rotten fingertips stroked my spine, and the place where the face should have been... Was empty. Everyone said I was crazy, until Teacher Zhou's body was hung from the beam, with a ferocious accusation written in blood: "This is not the face I want." Now, the thing is chuckling against my ear, the pencil rustling on the sketch paper—this time, I'm drawing her face.