I'm Henry Carrey. I'm 11 years old, but I'm dead now. I had no friends... If one does not paint me 20 times they will turn into a painting at Twilight hour. DON'T BELIEVE ME? A guy named Thomas Culpepper read this and laughed later that night I took a knife from his servant and stabbed him to death. You don't envy him, do you? A girl named Margaret Tudor painted me it to only 10 times, SILLY GIRL, SHE'S ONLY 2 BUT OH WELL. That day she saw me and ran to her house. She asked her could she use her stable... But guess what was already there! She's now in a coma! And a stupid guy named Richard Rich read this and did nothing because he was scared. The next morning he lost his fortunes and his fiance committed suicide.