The Appearance

They called him Greg—a stickman with a round, scribbled head and crooked limbs drawn like a child's doodle. He appeared one overcast morning, walking out from the woods near the quiet town of Pine Hollow. At first, people thought he was a prank. Someone's art project gone too far. But Greg never blinked, never spoke. Just stood and watched.

The Sightings

By nightfall, the sightings spread. Greg at the edge of a swing set. Greg outside a second-story window. Greg at the gas station, perfectly still under the flickering lights.

The Movement

The strange thing was, if you looked away, he moved. Not fast—but deliberate. Always closer the next time you looked.

The Disappearances

Then, the disappearances began. First, a jogger on the trail near the woods. Then, a teacher walking home from night school. No signs of struggle. Just the faint smell of charcoal and sticklike scratches along the walls.

The Livestream

A local teen tried to livestream himself following Greg into the trees. His phone was found days later, screen cracked, still recording a single frame—Greg, smiling with a mouth full of tiny thorns.

The Warning

No one knows what he wants. But if you see him, don't run. Don't turn away. And above all, don't draw him.

The Rule

He doesn't like to be copied.