When I was a kid, I loved to go with my mother to garage sales. It is fascinating to see items that depart from peoples homes. Now that I am older, my love for weird finds at garage sales has transferred over to antique markets. The wonderful thing about antique markets is the plethora of nightmare fuel a person can find. So much nightmare fuel that I have started to break it down into two categories of which is more terrifying. Night now it is a toss up on which is more terrifying: Mannequin heads or old portraits.
I think it all comes down to the eyes. Do they follow you? Do they want to consume your soul? It is a toss up.
