Creeping Down Your Spine (Repost)

"It was one of the few nights where I found the courage to stay up, to focus on writing something other than entries for my diary and little texts for these posts. I needed to find a way to force my way out of this damned block. The scene was set, it was midnight, the house was drowning in the heavy silence of the night. The room was my canvas to draw new horrors, drawings made of words. But how can I write? I don't remember where to start and I'm not afraid of the horrors that I create.. No matter. Let's start with something the rest will come naturally. It's not the horrors that I create that scares me, it's the one that I haven't, the ones that appears outside my bubble on which I have no grasp. It can be the sound of something running at me as the light are turned off, the steps in the stairs, right behind me. Or a face, starring at me in the gap of my bedroom's door that I had closed, this idea of something actually dwelling in the darkness of the night. It might be my imagination, it must be. But what if it wasn't?"
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The true and terrifying story (to me) about the making of this drawing. I think I haven't faithfully represented such a dreadful moment in this drawing but still it is pretty accurate to the conditions in which I have made this one haha. I believe it is a fairly common occurrence to have a bit too much imagination for your own good and having this sensation. It's still is something that creeps me out today. Anyway I hope you'll enjoy this little one guys, I have only added a few details to this one like the corruption of the face spreading through the room, the contrasts and shadows.