I had a dream the other night. I lived in a two-storey house, with an old woman who rented the upstairs flat. It was haunted by the ghost of her dead husband--a tall old man, whose skin hung loose and torn on his body. He wandered the house, nude, bleeding, and angry. I have no idea why I didn't pack up and leave at the first sight of this dude, but there you go. I was sitting on the couch when he appeared out of the shadows beyond the doorway, making me jump. He glowered at me silently for a moment before gesturing to follow up the stairs. I absolutely did not want to follow this guy anywhere, but the dream pulled me along behind him. I remember staring at his pale legs as he walked ahead of me, all boney shins and veins, thin skin like wet tissue paper torn and sliding over and exposing the meat of his ankles with each heavy step. He stopped just inside a dimly lit bedroom and pointed at the sleeping shadow of my upstairs neighbor curled on the bed, and I somehow understood he wanted me to wake her. I have no idea if she even knew her dead spouse still followed her, haunting his living wife as much as he haunted the rest of the house, if she would understand that he led me there. I needed a reason to be trespassing in her space that didn't involve wandering after a scary fucking ghost so fished my cell from my pocket and dialed the house phone, ready with an excuse to knock on her door. Her husband glared at me from the darkness, eyes burning. The phone rang. And I woke up. . . . #drawingdreams #nightmares #ghosts #ihadtodrawthisguy #doodles #weirdshit #artistsoninstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/BxVcV4Whd1X/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=etu3aecssx0d
