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Commission: Sally and Senanca by RomanJones
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I drew Senanca looking less elegant here because that's just how I picture him.

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Cat Snake Swagger!!! by psychowolf21

Our good buddy psychowolf21 here rocking the Cat Snake shirt!


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I submitted this to a couple Youtube true story readers. Enjoy!

EDIT: This is a true story. I don't think I'm creative enough to come up with this stuff.


When I was between the ages of 12 and 24 I lived in the boonies of rural Ohio. The area, despite being full of rednecks and hillbillies, was quite beautiful with lots of wildlife.

My parents built the house directly on top of an old coal mining path that led from the main paved road to a long abandoned strip mine about half a mile away. The strip mine had filled in with water, making a moderately large manmade pond I used to enjoy walking along. I used to walk there at least once a week with my dogs and just enjoy the nature.

The path I took had been used by the coal miners about 100 years ago. It was mostly grown over now with thick grass and small trees but it was still visible.

Halfway between the house and the mine was the grown over foundation of an old settlement. The wooden upper part had long rotted away leaving only the stone flooring. The foundation was little more than a rectangle cut into the ground and lined with rocks.

It was tiny – barely large enough to fit a motorcycle in if you wanted to do such a thing. I have no idea what the settlement was used for. It’s too small for anyone to have lived there, but the trees had been cut down all around it in a 30x50 foot space so people probably spent lots of time there at one point. Maybe it was a dining area for the workers? I honestly don’t know.

I’m relatively sensitive to paranormal activity, though nowhere near sensitive enough to be a medium. I never got any bad vibes from the settlement nor from the mine – they all felt inactive to me.

There was one very odd thing about the settlement, though: every year hundreds of huge bright yellow daffodils would grow all around it and nowhere else. I don’t know much about horticulture but these didn’t look like the cute tiny wild daffodils you see every spring. These were the big guys you see in greenhouses and around people’s front lawns, and they stayed blossoming from spring well into the autumn. I’ve never seen anything like it before or since. And holy crap did they smell strong. Just by walking past the place the powerful sweet flower smell would hit you like you were holding them right under your nose. I guess they had been planted back 100 years ago, but I thought that big daffodils had to be replanted every year. Like I said, it was weird.

Paranormal activity in the house didn’t start until about two or three years after moving in. The house was literately brand new, so there was no history inside it to draw energy from. There was, however, the mining path it was build on top of, and it took a while for that energy to make its way into the house.

It started with little things – a hard knock on the outside of a window or a bedroom dresser, new batteries going flat in a few hours, plants in only a few parts of the house turning to mush overnight,  smoke making an arc in the air and flooding the floor rather than just going to the ceiling, things like that.

Photographs, especially the ones taken in my parent’s bedroom and of the smallest dog, would often have bright orange orbs and streaks. Not many white ones, though, mostly orange. One time I took a photo of the small dog IN my parent’s bedroom. There were so many orange orbs and streaks you could barely see him. The big dog never had orbs in her pictures, so I guess the entity(ies) preferred tiny Pomeranians to big Mountain Cur Hounds.

After a couple of years the shadow people arrived. There was one massive one that would appear in my bedroom at random hours of the day, always positioned as though it was looking out my window into the forest. This was the same window where knocking would occur the most often. To this day I have no idea what it was trying to communicate since we never found anything out there in the direction it seemed to be looking. It scared the shit out of me at the time but today I’m more confused than anything else.

There was another (maybe the same one?) that didn’t allow itself to be seen as much as felt. It liked to haul itself quickly up and down the T shaped hallway that led to the bedrooms. I hated going through that hallway because I could sometimes feel someone rushing past me. It was the worst at night because it would run quickly up behind me and stay there, standing very close behind my back as though it wanted me to move out of its way.

It all culminated one evening when I was home alone as a teenager. My parents were out to dinner and I was watching tv on the couch when I got up to use the bathroom. It was dark out so I left the hall light on because I hated feeling that thing run past me and having a light on made me feel safer. I shut the door to the bathroom out of habit.

No sooner had I taken a seat when loud heavy footsteps stomped in an “I’ve lived here for years and am not in any hurry” pace from the entrance of my parents room (the place where most of the orange orbs were photographed) into the hallway and stopped right in front of the bathroom door. Since the light in the hall was on I could clearly see the shadows of his rather large boots. After a couple of seconds he sighed loudly, as though frustrated about something. He had the voice of a middle-aged man. He didn’t sound mean or threatening, just irritated. He took two more steps away from the door towards my bedroom and all sound vanished.

I very slowly pulled my pants up and huddled in the bathtub for the next two hours, staring at the gap under the bathroom door until my parents came home. I don’t think I’d ever been so scared in all my life up until that point.

I had no idea if that was a ghost or an actual intruder who was standing right outside the bathroom door, waiting for me to come out. I now know it wasn’t an intruder – there was no sign of entry and nothing was missing or broken. Besides, the dogs would have freaked out. They didn’t react at all to the loud sigh or stomping (also very weird).

I now think that the man I’d “met” that day was the same shadow person I would see in my bedroom looking out the window. Maybe he was a miner who had died on the job and had been unceremoniously buried alongside the path somewhere on the property. He also apparently really liked small dogs.

I’ll never know for sure, because he stopped making himself known a few months after the bathroom incident. He gave one more hard knock on the window when I was in my room doing homework and I suddenly didn’t feel a presence anymore. I guess he figured we couldn’t do anything to help him and decided to move on. I sure hope so. 


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I was born in South Candyland under the rule of Queen Frosting. I was raised in a strict Necronomic household by Nigerian parents who died in a freak child-rearing accident that left me alone and homeless at the tender age of thirty-four. After traveling Asia via balloon and sniping those FUCKING MONGOLIAN FUCKERS for ice cream money I started drawing cartoons about a homosexual super villain with a debilitating spinal disease.

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psychowolf21 Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Totally rocking that Cat Snake shirt…
Dragon-the-Tribrid Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for watching!
JWiesner Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2015

This new dog breed seriously freaked the crap out of me

until I found out it's a sculpture.
Smoludozerka Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist… think Quen would dig it? :D A natural-sized horse lamp for 10k PLN (about 2,5k $). What amuses me the most is that it seems to only be illuminating the tip of its own head.
MrDataTheAwesome Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2015  Student Digital Artist
Ok, the reason I saw this it was because it was auto playing the next video since it was next on the list of related videos and I wasn't paying attention to it. ANYWAYS when it first came on I was frantically trying to change it, cause I thought it was something inappropriate. But then I realized it wasn't (for the most part) and theeeeen I thought "You know what?? I bet Roman would find this amusing".

Sooo long story short, I think you will like this video XD 
RomanJones Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
This is geeeeeeenius
JWiesner Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2015
Best ID ever.

Also had another TG victory moment lately! I had to switch desks in the office one afternoon, not realizing there was still the name label of the previous worker on it, a lady. Then there was this person introducing a new worker to the job, then came towards me, we shook hands and introduced ourself, and he laughed "Yeah, I thought this name label (on your table) was probably wrong."

:iconhurrplz: I'm now a real boy.
RomanJones Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
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