When I was a child I saw faces in the dark. They would become more and more horrific; tearing apart, popping their eyes out and exploding; I thought I would go insane. My mother tried to comfort me, tell me they were just shadows; but they were not shadows. They were moving animated forms that gave off their own light.
They troubled me for as far back as I remember; in the 3rd grade a doctor misdiagnosed me with schizophrenia; which my parents thankfully did not believe. It was not until I was older that I learned it was a known affliction of young children that was supposed to go away with age; only mine never did.
I could go on but I have posted about this before. I just realized I did not have a very good scan of this image; just some photos and doctored images. An older image of mine; it was utilized along with some of my other work in the “13 Moons” multi-media poetry/animation/music project. You can view the finished project; (almost 9 years old) here