Mom hung a mass produced art print on my bedroom wall when I was about 8. It's of a little girl holding her puppy.
Cute, right?
Thing is, this painting terrified me. And I was raised in the time where you just kind of swallowed any complaints and didn't bother mom or dad with kid foolishness.
Here is a copy of the thing I actually had hanging on my wall. This same frame. Probably came from Service Merchandise or some such.
What in the everloving hell is lurking just over her shoulder?!?! To me it always looked like a skull wearing a hat on the side of his head, like a little old timey jaunty hat a clown would wear.
It's a wonder I got any sleep. I was too afraid to tell mom I hated it. I never considered that I possessed the agency to take it off my wall and hide it at the bottom of the closet.
I think of this cursed painting still.
Did you ever have something in your childhood that unnecessarily scared the bejeezus out of you?
My babysitter was watching a movie where a lady in a car caught on fire and burned to death. When a guy opens the door her burned body lunges at him. Thankfully his sister made him turn it off so I didn't see anything else. But it scared the crap out of 4 year old me. That night I couldn't sleep and wanted to go to my parents room. But their room was at the end of this long hallway and there was a big hutch just before their door. Somehow my 4 year old brain was convinced that the "burned lady" was hiding behind that hutch. I was so scared I would not go near my parent's room for months.