The terrors that come at night are rarely original. They plague us all through out our lives, feeding off universal images and arch-types that flow through our collective minds. Instances may be unique, but I’ve always found that the permeating fear of the unknown can drive the mind to create things even the most skilled artist or visionary fails to capture.
My mind has always found the intangible shadows to be home of fearful abominations. Always draped in the inky black depths, defying the eyes and rational mind to truly see what lurks behind the glowing eyes and the outlined shapes. Even as an adult they still plague me, springing forth from the subconscious, ready to take hold of the mind at ungodly hours least expected.
I remember living in an old farm house for a number of months when I was young.
It was a fantastic old 1800’s plantation, large rooms, long hallways and towering ceilings. My room connected to the hallway and was separated by a two tone cloth, worn and ancient, a reminder of days long past. The days were warm and bright.
But at night….the shadows grew long, the house talked through the night when winds blew and the singular night-light provided little comfort to an overactive imagination. They would come in the dark, the figures looming from the hallway, shifting back and forth along the length of the hanging. The horrible teeth, the gnarled hands reaching. The eyes glowing in the floating black.
I’m older now, my mind can rationalize my fears and force them away, one of the joys of being older and wiser…but the child remembers, the child still sees, and he still pulls the covers close when the shapes form in the dark.
Illustration © 2012 Eric Wemhoener, all rights reserved.
Created for the Mama, Scared Stiff illustration contest held on Deviant Art