It was brought up in another thread that we should have a thread where we draw or share previous drawings of our hallucinations. I think it’s a very interesting idea! I only wish I was an artist. Here are some that I drew.
Also, your drawing of what it looks like to say “the drowned lady” looks a lot like what 15 used to look like when she was mad. She would have fire hair and black eyes with her mouth open, and she would be really skinny with a purple dress. But she’s always skinny with a purple dress.
The drowned lady had dark hair that floated around her head like she was underwater which was why I called her that. She was usually in a nightgown.
Most of the time when I see people I can’t see their eyes…they’re covered in shadow or just empty craters…don’t know why…
I can’t draw, but heres something i wrote (one part of a short story) about a monster that was reminiscent of one of the ones you drew.
Gloria’s first son, Sin Nombre, is quite shy. His thin, ghostly
figure creeps behind large objects, black eyes ever-wide. He never
get’s too close to anyone, unlike his brother, Damien. Sin Nombre
prefers to creep in the shadows as if playing an endless game of Hide
and Seek. One where he is never found. Sin Nombre doesn’t speak, he
just stares with his huge, darkest black eyes and mouth contrasting
his bright white face. He is always crawling stiffly on all fours, his
long arms lifting his torso upwards. Gloria sends him out to play when
she is lonely in my absense. She knows he has a gift for surprises. In
fact, all of Gloria’s minions share one special gift, and that is
their ability to flash their demonic intentions in my mind. Visions,
“fever dreams” of the most horrific, hellish situations one could
imagine. However imaginary they may be, they are entirely real in
feeling.
Sin Nombre’s presense is thick with flagitousness, and his scent is
foul. However, I cannot ever seem to escape my sympathy for him. His
warm heart is gentle and sweet. Of all Gloria’s minions, Sin Nombre
may be the creepiest, but I always get the sense that he is certainly
the most humane. When we encounter one another, he never attempts to
hurt me, and although his presense is quite frightening, I know he
never wishes to scare me either. It is as if through the large
circular pitch-black eyes of his, that are burnt so strongly into my
memory, there is a strong note of understanding and compassion. It is
as if he wants to be my friend. All this being said, I still believe
he is not to be trusted, as if he cannot help but trick me. I do feel
very strongly that Sin Nombre feels trapped within himself, obsessive
and compulsive, and always rushing to follow his mother’s orders.
Gloria’s minions are all intensely frightening, but Sin Nombre’s
mannerisms and expressionless face is by far the most haunting thing I
have ever seen, and certainly his “fever dreams” are the most
horrifying and powerful. Despite all the sweetness I can feel living
brightly inside of him, and despite the apparent shy-nature he seems
to have, Sin Nombre remains quite the mama’s boy.
It starts the same. First, he allows his daunting energy to fill the
air, until you are consumed by fear of the highest degree. Flashing
from one location to the next, he remains silent and mostly hidden.
This is the only time in which Sin Nombre stands, his figure strangely
disproportunate. When Sin Nombre touches me, my skin dries and
freezes immediately. Finally when I am shaking and teary-eyed from
fear, Sin Nombre jumps from his shadows and drags me by my feet with
incredible strength. Running fast, as Damien laughs in the backround
from excitement.
Unfortunately for Sin Nombre, his kindness gets in the way of ever
completing this task. He has tried for years and has never suceeded.
Although he desires nothing more to impress his glorious mother, he
cannot escape the warmth in his heart, and upon hearing my desperate
cries and screams and pleads for mercy, he throws me down and simply
runs away. As a result, he always leads me about halfway to hell
before allowing me to run back to reality. Damien’s screams and fury
echo through the air from disapointment.
That’s how it is when I see shadow people. Their eyes are usually just empty craters but with other people I see their eyes are usually one of the first thing I notice because their eyes are detailed and I like eyes.
