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This may not be as bone-chilling as some of the other scary stories here on Tumblr, but I can at least assure you that it’s genuine. Maybe there’s a rational explanation, maybe there isn’t, but I’m going to tell you about it either way.
So, this here is a statue that used to belong to my Oma (or so I’ve been told). It’s also a music box that plays “Joy to the World”, but no one in my family knew that until today, and we’ve had this statue for many years. Because we never knew, the key’s never been wound, and the statue itself rarely ever handled. It’s just been collecting dust atop our living room bookcase.
Today I was home alone after work. My parents had taken my sister to see a counselor. I was in my room for a couple hours watching Breaking Bad before I decided the room was too stuffy and relocated to the living room to play my 3DS. I had the volume fairly low, just in case my family came home early.
About twenty minutes passed, until suddenly I jumped in my seat. Music box music started playing, LOUDLY, and I had no idea where it was coming from.
I followed the noise until finally I realized it must be coming from the statue. Much to my surprise, the music stopped when I took it in my hands. I found a hidden compartment in the bottom concealing a key, and I turned it just to assure myself it was the source of the music. Now, I’m typically one to think rationally about my own experiences with stuff like this… but as I released the key and the very same music started playing, I felt a shiver.
I shivered because no one else was home except for me, and hadn’t been for hours. The statue was covered with dust with no visible fingerprints besides my own, so it clearly hadn’t been touched in a very long time. To top it all off, I had no idea it was a music box, and I wasn’t sure if anyone else did.
So when my parents and sister finally came home, I asked them. Apparently they didn’t know either, not even my mom, and after I told them what’d happened and demonstrated it for them, they didn’t know what to think.
Honestly, I don’t know what to think either. For all I know it could have been a fluke, but… how did it happen? How is it, that after all these years of owning this statue and not knowing that it was a music box, it just randomly starts playing with no evidence of being tampered with?
I don’t want to believe it was paranormal. I hope I can remain skeptical about this. But either way, I’m not sure how well I’ll be sleeping tonight.
Most unsettling nightmare I’ve had in a long time.
There wasn’t much to it, other than the presence of a creature only the darkest corners of my mind could come up with. Its name, as I recall, is “Mister Smith.”
Mister Smith is a thin, almost skeletal humanoid made of rusty old scrap metal. It is not driven by a soul, or a creator’s programming, or anything of the sort. It’s simply an empty, hollow metal figure that autonomously prowls in the shadows, driven by some twisted instinct to become one of us.
To do that, it finds anyone foolish enough to wander alone into the darkness and makes them its prey. It uses syringe-like fingers to inject them with a deadly poison, and once they’re bereft of life it skins them and grafts itself with their flesh. After disposing of its victim’s skinless bodies in shallow storm drains, it returns to its home in the cellar of an old burnt-down church in the middle of the forest. What it does there, is anyone’s guess.
But the fact of the matter is, human flesh does not stay fresh for very long. And so, in time, Mister Smith will always re-emerge from its lair in search of fresh new victims to skin.
Well, it’s been a while, but it’s time once again to dive into the ever-enigmatic world of Crestfall. 83
Those of you who know of this… lesser-known project of mine, probably are aware that I’ve been flip-flopping between whether the giant monster around which the conflict of Crestfall is centered should be mechanical or living and organic. Recently I’ve been leaning more towards mechanical, but a few nights ago this idea came to my head and I just had to draw it out. Out of all the potential designs I’ve yet come up with, this one is probably my favorite.
It draws inspiration from many famous creatures, particularly those designed by the great Neville Page. One thing I learned through studying his unique brand of creature design is that a good monster is defined by the feel of its silhouette, and not by how many teeth it has or how scary it is up close. This is especially true in the creatures he’s designed for JJ Abram’s films, Cloverfield and Super 8 being the most obvious examples. Because those creatures are so enigmatic and revealed through little more than a glimpse at a time, the audience needs to have a strong reaction to the feel of the creature’s presence. A silhouette is all feeling, and it’s the silhouette that should inform the rest of the design.
I didn’t bother shading it in any complex manner, hence why the colors might seem a little vivid… I like to think of this as the creature in its pristine form, before it starts bulldozing through city streets. XDDD The colors are of course subject to change, but I don’t think I’m going to ditch this design anytime soon. :3
the fucking amazing trailer in and of itself of the brand new stop motion movie from Laika, about a little horror fanatic kid who can talk to the dead.
but seriously this is probably the best trailer I’ve seen in ages. It’s so… different but simple, with that sort of really 90’s-esque sounding music playing as a total antithesis to what’s happening, this is amazing.
OH MAN I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS!!
WHY ARE THERE SO MANY AMAZING THINGS COMING OUT IN 2012