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Flashlight Reading by buriedinadream Flashlight Reading by buriedinadream
With a Baroque style lighting and color scheme, I wanted to achieve the horrible feeling of the viewer seeing what the subject cannot. I for one, was always unsettled when either reading with a flashlight, or on my computer in the dark, and looking away only to see complete darkness until my eyes could adjust. Unbeknownst to her, there is something lurking right beside her.
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gnhtd Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2014
That face reminds me of Scp-087

very creepy
Radriar Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014
That moment when she turns her head tho....
ochaonomu Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2014
buriedinadream Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2014
lol. Nice avatar. My gf's favorite comic.
FatneySpears Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Beyonce :)
buriedinadream Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2013
Haha well, this is actually referenced from my girlfriend. So, I guess that's a good thing :).
Misery111 Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Miyuki404 Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2013  Student General Artist
I've been reading the comments first, now I'm too scared to look at it. XD
Kaleidoscopic365 Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2013




I do love the unique style however, and the whole work reminds me of the cover of 'Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children'

but WHAT (since I am blind with glasses) DOES THE WRITING SAY?

buriedinadream Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2013
Thank you lol. I never saw those covers, they're pretty awesome

The writing is:

    His yellow, translucent, unblinking eyes are the kind only usually seen on a cat or reptile. His gaping mouth with no teeth appears black and filled with muck. His stare, both sad and maniacal, appears eager, hungry, and yet statuesque. His skin, bruised, flaked, yet soft and greased. Rusted eyelids settle above bags of his tireless gaze, as if waiting for you to scream.

    If only you had seen him in the first place. If only his face had appeared to you sooner. When your eyes were adjusted to the lighting around you. When your pupils were not constricted due to the harsh contrast of your flashlight-lit book and the pitch darkness of your room. The only other light source; the soft blue of the half moon outside your window.

    He floats through the darkness and enters the outer rim of light that your flashlight exhibits, just enough for his eyes to glint.  His mouth gapes open slowly, as if entering a slow drawn out yawn. His throat automatically exhibits a high rasp that sounds like a whistling teakettle in the distance. As his jaw settles into it’s full extension, his breathing stops, waiting for your attention. Waiting for your eyes to meet his own. He does not make eye contact, but watches your entire body in his unfocused peripheral vision. Movement that is abrupt, a yelp or scream, a stir, the hair on your arms or legs standing up is all that he needs to know that you are aware of his presence.

    He than will settle over your body faster than you can reach one of your feet to the floor. His mouth wide as ever, eyes unblinking. You scream, but there is only silence. The wet black hole on his face absorbs the sound of your screams. The more you attempt to scream, the further his jaw stretches open. His chin reaches his own chest before you give up in a horrified fit of hysteria. He lowers his face closer and closer to yours, unblinking, inhuman. His mouth is large enough to swallow your face. All you can see is blackness. All you can feel is the cold, meaty interior of his muddy black jaws. Suffocating darkness turns into actual suffocation, and then asphyxiation. Darkness gives way to a blur of white before slipping into an indescribable complete blackness.

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