This is the nightmare that haunted me for years as a child. I had a fear that I would wake up to death coming after me.
I had it pictured like this too, silent and making the air cold as this neutral, hidden face came closer. I could only ever see his hands (one on the door, opening it and the other holding the large scythe) which were white, bone made a dull gray over time. His cloak always hung with all these folds of shadows as if he was almost just made of a living material.
I drew my actual door way and used the molding that is actually in my bedroom as a reference on that part. That box you see in the closet behind him? Used to sit right there. This image still kind of terrifies me.
`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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