This illustration is based on the legend of the "Old Hag" who is purported to immobilize you while you are asleep and not allow you to breathe. I heard about this legend when I was a kid, and it terrified me.
As a child I was always terrified of monsters coming up from the basement and especially scared of them nabbing my heel just before I get off of the last step on my way up. So in the spirit of this, here is my entry for the contest and something that I probably would have believed in as a kid coming up from the depths and chasing me... Click twice for the full view the other ones aren't as clear for some reason
When I was about 11, I watched Princess Mononoke with a couple friends one day.
While the film was brilliant, the nightmares that ensued were vivid beyond belief. I envisioned a nebulous, formless being that would imitate children before consuming their small, corporeal frames. It would refer to itself ironically as the Never-morph.
Despite the gruesome being plaguing my thoughts for a month or so, I was able to reproduce it for this contest. Hope you enjoy.
First of all, I want to start by saying that this is an image I am sure I would not have drawn had it not been for this competition. I have sketched him a few times, and even thought about doing colored illustrations in the past, but I never had a reason to do so until now.
When I was a child I was afraid of the dark and especially afraid of what was in the closet. I was about 5 when my mom found out. A few days later she bought me washable crayons. She told me to draw pictures (of me, my friends, cartoons I loved, or anything that would make me happy) on the wall near my closet. She told me that if I did so, my scary closet would transform into warm sun. A Sun that would give light to the world on my wall with the pull of a string.
From that moment on I was still afraid of the dark but I was never afraid of my closet again. However, to this day my mom has yet to figure out what I had drawn on my wall. It was neither a friend I knew or a cartoon she knew I watched...it was me and a figure whom I called "Hhol".
For the life of me I do not remember drawing anyone whom I called "Hhol". I do however remember drawing strange figures on the wall. For reasons I can only attribute to the scary movies I watched as a kid, this is what I imagine "Hhol" looked like...and it's probably why I was afraid of my closet when I was 5
Sorry for long description, I held this for a long time. I wish everyone good luck in the contest
When I was younger, I constantly had nightmares of monsters in my closet. I can remember my Mom coming into my room and telling me that everything was ok because she locked the closet door. I told her that no lock can stop what was in my dreams.