This poem is about one of the creepy stories my mom told me from her youth. She told me she and her older brothers were in their room when her brother Larry (may he rest in peace) was looking out the window and saw their brother Martin. Larry then proceeded to ask Martin what he was doing outside but Martin, who was sitting on the bed, fixing a radio responded “what are you talking about?” All of my mom’s brothers looked outside to see a Martin lookalike but only with sharp teeth and soulless eyes. It was compared to a “duende.”
I know I was about 13 when I made this bat. I forgot what I named him after 15 years. 😅 He’s made of the same fabric as SheCreature but the purple is from an old shirt and the red is from that same Barbie dress MonkEvil was made from. One day I’m going to turn my handmade ragdolls into drawings. Enjoy. 😊
There you are
Close not far
To come alive next to me
I had no clue
‘Til I looked at you
An inanimate object come alive
I was lucky to survive
The fear I felt
When I was dealt
Your loathsome stare
I could hardly bare
Knowing you were in the yard
And there was someone I had to guard
She is who I protected
When it was you I detected
When I went to check again
It was like you weren’t there, my friend
I lit my flashlight down the row
And saw a malevolent scarecrow
I don’t know what you truly were
But you shouldn’t be alive, we concur
No one believed me initially
But you were a reality
I’m glad you are gone
Because you’re the type to cause wrong
You aren’t welcomed here
So stay far away, not near
This poem is based on a story my mom told me when she was in her youth. It was night time when she said one of her brother’s friends was outside with my Nana hanging clothes on the clothing line. What had happened was he was playing around with the flashlight and when he lit up one of the poles, there was a scarecrow hanging at the end and looked up at him. They didn’t have a scarecrow in the yard; my mom told me she heard the friend scream and he was legitimately scared. So, I typed up this poem from his point of view based on what my mom told me.
I’ve never encountered one, thankfully but my Nana said she had back in the day during her youth so this would be back in the 1950’s. I plan on drawing one and telling her story the best I can; she’s not physically with us anymore so I’ll go off of memory. Be on the lookout for my drawing of La Lechuza.
Some of my unfinished pieces. I’m looking forward to seeing how they come out once they’re completed. Be on the lookout for them. Thanks so much for the support. 😊
My revamp drawing of Shenron and his dragon Ball Z. 😂 I’ll post the original drawing in another one.
A drawing of an owl I barely started last night, on my lunch break. Chill if you’re my boss reading this. 😂😂🤣
A baby Majin Vegeta. Still haven’t finished. My original plan was to draw this to be put ona onesie for my daughter.
A drawing of a gargoyle I started quite a while back. It’s probably gonna be a Grayscale drawing. I love Grayscale.
The place the workers at my job get their money for their duties is called “Satellite 123.” Only employees are allowed in that area and it’s attached to the cashier’s area (guests/ customers are allowed to go to the cashier’s, just not the satellite).
I’m sure you can imagine that there’s a lot of traffic that goes through the satellite since it’s a 24/7 establishment and there are tons of departments that make their way in and out of Satellite 123. Anyway, last April of 2017, a co-worker and I were in the satellite; I do believe we were both replenishing our banks when he asked “what’s that?”
I looked down to see those footprints. Yes, I enjoy entertaining the thought of there being things we cannot explain but I also like playing skeptic with these sorts of things. We’ve never seen them before and I tried cleaning the footprints away with an alcohol wipe but it didn’t go away. There were a few other partial footprints in that room, almost as if the person/thing the footprints belong to was dancing.
I wasn’t able to get more pictures of all the foot action; in fact, this isn’t my picture that I took, it is a superior’s image. Employees aren’t allowed to have their phone on them during work hours except for superiors being the exception.
Now, one can wonder a few things about those footprints. 1) Why are there bare feet prints when employees are dressed at all times? And 2) why won’t they go away? It is a small room but it must have like 15 cameras in there (not an exaggeration, since that’s where the money is at) surely one of those cameras would’ve caught an employee being barefoot in there yet no one’s heard of an employee being barefoot. And even then, it still didn’t answer why they won’t go away.
My place of work is notorious for having creepy stories as I’m sure you read the blog I typed up about the “Chonies” the other day. Hmm, I guess we’ll never know how those footprints got there.