Of all the terrifying movies and artwork I’ve seen about dolls, and more specifically, disfigured dolls, it’s no wonder I’ve had nightmares about them.
If you’ve been reading at CardCastles for a while, then you’ve no doubt heard about my fear of dolls.
Late last year after a few nights of flu-like symptoms and feeling wiped out, my body finally gave out. I slept for 10 hours, out cold. I woke up sweating like a tupperware container. My feverish brain thought it would be funny to turn me into one of those things in my sleep. I created sketches for those mental images not long after.
The result is this dead-looking cutie up there. (I know, I know. Throw me a bone.)
~In Loving Memory~
This has been
Day 5 of