Shadows

I've been a horror fan since a very young age. I remember being interested in urban legends when I was 6, and becoming obsessed with SCP when I was 11.

I learnt English by reading the SCP Foundation website and SCP fanfiction on AO3. 

SCP is my biggest obsession.

Whenever I can, I talk about SCP. I am always thinking about SCP. I'm a huge SCP fan. I'm going on 16 now, by the way.

Of course, I'm a fan of analog horrors, horror films, backrooms, creepypastas... But I've never loved something or someone the way I love SCP. 

Still, I'm inspired by horror artists. The ones who create their own creatures and draw them in pictures taken irl. I've always wanted to create my own. I'm not as good as them, let alone I have such great ideas, but I will give it a try.

I've drawn a shadow person with a big grin. Not very creative of me. But I like shadow people. And I see them often.

I will try to draw some of the things I see irl.

I really like this photo. It was taken at the city museum, two years ago. It was full of nice stuff in there, and the lady who gave us a tour was very nice.

Obviously, it wasn't that dark. I just edited the photo a little bit. 

I sent this to everyone. My mother said she can see herself, her late father and a cat on it. I don't see where she took that from, but I suppose it has to do with her mental health, not my picture.

Someone said it looks like the backrooms entity called "smiler". I agree.

Usually shadow people don't have grins. But I like the idea of them having it. Adds a charm to them. Although, they do have eyes that shine in the dark. The first time I saw a shadow person, I was around 2 years old.

Me and my father were in my bedroom. Our house was getting cleaned or they were moving things from a room to another, because I remember that it was quite empty.

He was sitting on the bed, and I was in front of the big wardrobe we used to have.

I've always loved to mess with closets, and especially to get inside them. Maybe that's why I'm gay.

I threatened to open the door, just to slam it against the furniture again.

My father told me to stop, and I obviously, didn't listen.

When I finally opened it, I saw something that made me instantly close the door again and start crying out of fear.

A dark creature lurked within the empty armoire, its overgrown body shrunk to fit into the limited space, bright eyes staring at me. 

And unlike so many others I saw later in life, it had a large, ear-to-ear grin spread across its face. Almost as if it found humour in my fear.

I ended up hurting my fingers. Due to closing the door the moment I saw it, I unfortunately forgot to move my hand out of the way. 

My father can't remember this day. He was unaffected by the monster, too. I don't think he was able to see anything. He just laughed at me. And if I were to bring this up again, the same would happen.

It sounds absurd, so I kind of get him.