oh god,I remember when I first discovered this painting and I was too scared to look at it, but I read loads about it on the internet, and about how people who look at it experience weird paranormal stuff, I told my friend ad we both looked at it together one night before we went to stay at hers for the weekend! I just looked at it again now and I'm home alone though :/
Aaaargh I'd forgotten about that one! My horror at seeing it the first time was so great that when I clicked on your link I immediately canceled the page the minute I realised what it was.
bloody hell, i saw this pic a dozen times on the internet before i knew what it was, and read that it was supposed to Do Crazy Shit To Your Life when you looked at it. no fucking fair.
no crazy shit has happened though, so i guess you have to see it in person.
I don't know if this is what you mean, but my sister were messing around with a camera taking pictures at night of the backyard. Then when we were looking at the pictures one of them had a light spot in it, and there was nothing that could be the light source for it. When we had the picture blown up, the light spot was a distorted face with long teeth.
Wasn't this the basis of the TV show Night Gallery? Loved that show.
Creepiest artwork I ever saw was in my maternal and paternal grandparents' homes. My maternal grandma and grandpa liked religious art, that usually had extra-spooky overtones of lynchings because they went out of their way to get Afrocentric stuff. Gluh. When you're an adult, it's deep and interesting, and religious blah blah blah, but when you're three, you're just like, "...And the sofabed I will be sleeping on tonight is underneath the bleeding, dying man. Great."
My paternal grandmother kept/keeps velvet paintings and until recently had some ultra-creepy life size busts of her and her father hanging over the sofa in her apartment. I think she returned those to the original artists, but as a little kid I was like, "YOU GUYS ARE STILL ALIVE! CUT THAT OUT." (Of course, when my great-grandpa died, it was even CREEPIER, because they still looked like they were watching you.) She is also the grandma whose house is FULL of creepy stuff, though.
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The Hands Resist Him : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hands_Resist_Him
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I am such a fraidypants it's quite shameful.
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no crazy shit has happened though, so i guess you have to see it in person.
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That sounds cool.
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(fever+cold meds= me being mildly confused at best)
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The story's interesting.
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Creepiest artwork I ever saw was in my maternal and paternal grandparents' homes. My maternal grandma and grandpa liked religious art, that usually had extra-spooky overtones of lynchings because they went out of their way to get Afrocentric stuff. Gluh. When you're an adult, it's deep and interesting, and religious blah blah blah, but when you're three, you're just like, "...And the sofabed I will be sleeping on tonight is underneath the bleeding, dying man. Great."
My paternal grandmother kept/keeps velvet paintings and until recently had some ultra-creepy life size busts of her and her father hanging over the sofa in her apartment. I think she returned those to the original artists, but as a little kid I was like, "YOU GUYS ARE STILL ALIVE! CUT THAT OUT." (Of course, when my great-grandpa died, it was even CREEPIER, because they still looked like they were watching you.) She is also the grandma whose house is FULL of creepy stuff, though.
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