Art Is Life (standard:horror, 1354 words)
Author: Alexander C. Quinn	Added: May 21 2002	Views/Reads: 3944/2343	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Phil recieves a large inheritance, but gets more than he bargained for.

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was his now and he could do whatever he wanted with it. He leaned it up 
against the house and kicked it, cracking the frame. He ripped the 
canvas apart with chunks of dry paint flaking off and then threw it 
into the garbage can in the back alley. 

Relieved, Phil went back to the couch and would hopefully get a little
rest this time. He woke up on the couch at about ten thirty at night 
still feeling tired. The pipes in the basement were rumbling louder 
this time and were shaking the whole house. He hoped the pipes wouldn't 
explode tonight and tomorrow he would call a plumber. For now, he just 
wanted to sleep. 

In his father's bed he had the nightmare again but this time he noticed
something about the vision. He was watching himself burning into the 
horrid black hole. It was him but it looked different and he felt 
totally removed from the person falling down. 

Phil woke up sweating again and more curious than ever about that
picture. Where did it come from? Why did it disturb him so much? Who 
painted it? Phil ran outside and grabbed the torn up picture out of the 
garbage. Looking at it he noticed L. Bisset 2001 on the bottom right 
hand corner. Who was that? His father's name was John and Phil didn't 
know of any other relatives that could have painted it less than a year 
ago. 

Back in the house the pipes were rattling louder than ever and Phil
could swear he heard yelling amongst the banging. That was it, he 
couldn't take it anymore. Everything was getting too weird. He went 
down into the basement and looked around. 

Phil noticed blood stains in the corner where his father must have
killed himself. He also noticed some cracks and a small hole where the 
hump in the floor is. Phil ran upstairs, grabbed the hammer from the 
kitchen drawer, and ran back downstairs. The loud banging stopped but 
he still needed to find out what was causing it. He used the backside 
of the hammer to bash the hole in the cement and removing piece by 
piece there was definitely something under there. 

After removing most of the hump he saw it. There was a body. It's hands
were broken and bloody from pounding at the cement over head. The blood 
was fresh and body looked as if it had just died. It was obvious to 
Phil now that this was the source of all the noises he had been blaming 
on the plumbing. 

Phil pulled the body out from under the floor and when he brushed the
dirt of it's face he went into shock. The face was his but it wasn't 
him. He was looking into his own eyes only they weren't his. It was the 
person he had been seeing in his dreams. It was clear who it was. His 
twin brother, the one that his mother said died. He was the L. Bisset 
that painted that horrible picture. 

Phil's twin brother had been alive the whole time and was buried alive
at the age of twenty-six. Phil will never know why. The only conclusion 
is that L. Bisset painted that picture and drove his father insane 
enough to bury his son and kill himself. 

Phil continued to have nightmares about that picture of the black hole
and the very next day he shot himself in the head with one of the guns 
from his inherited gun collection. 


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