The Fountain Pen

The Disappearance of Lizzie

The next day, I was still upset about Chichi.
I decided that drawing would take my mind off of it.
I drew my sister Lizzie.
When I was done, I showed her.
She was really impressed, but then again, it's really easy to impress a 5 year old.
The rest of the time, I went through the day, still sad about my guinea pig.
At 8:30 PM, I went to bed. I know it's early, but I just wanted today to be over.
The next day, I woke up at around 9:00 AM.
I went to the kitchen to get something to eat.
My parents were there, and they seemed to be searching frantically for something.
I asked them what they were looking for.
"Lizzie", my dad said. "She went to bed last night, but she wasn't there this morning."
"We've already contacted the police", my mom said.
I immediately thought about the drawing of Lizzie I made.
This wasn't a coincidence.
The pen was evil, or haunted, or cursed, or whatever.
Whatever it was, I had to get rid of it.