Minibricks: Phobia, Fear or Paranoia / Diorama / Creepy

What's going on in this bathroom?! Who knows?

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[RoseDragon]

I love the subtle detail of the footprints getting darker as they become more inhuman

[fenixmeaney]

I think the most unsettling part of this piece is the wood flooring in a bathroom

But this is a masterpiece all the same

[Yoshis_Studio]

Watching the evolution of not only the production value, but the already impressive modeling of this channel has been an awesome sight to behold. As always, top notch work....fantastic!!!

[mathscraw]

People's efforts to describe the situation and write a story about composition is just amazing like the ambitious attempts to understand, analyze, the discussions, the talks going around the literature works especially the ones which has deep meanings, thus having variated representations.

[cla]

I think her paranoia is the monster.
She doesn’t know that her paranoia is there but she surely can feel it watching her constantly, you can deduce it from the fact that it is there even in an (apparently) calm and intimate moment like having a bath.
The monster come out of her clothes because it is always with her, it is her. She tries to tell her paranoia to go away by writing it on the mirror, then she keeps doing what she wants, treating herself with wine, a hot bath, and all the golden and antique details show that she’s not a simple woman, and she likes to take care of what surrounds her, but apparently not of what is inside her.
I think the monster is not evil at all, it is just as exhausted as her (at the end of the day the paranoia isn’t just there random, but because she created it and doesn’t know how to get rid of it. She is obviously trying to ignore it, by closing her eyes and the curtains)

[Grace-]

The way you free-handed the footprints to look so real was so cool :0

[archie]

Monster: "Hey honey, are we out of - please stop screaming, it's just me. Are we out of toothpaste? I couldn't find it in the medicine cabinet."

[hyperactivehyena]

Okay- I have a theory.
At first glance this looks like a really sinister scene, right? But some things are at odds with that reading. The place is clearly well cared for, decorated, yet there's an overall grimey aesthetic going on that seems intentional. The woman in the tub is definitely able to see what's going on- the space is too small for her to have gotten into the tub and not noticed the creature walking behind her. Not only that, but the creature's footsteps originate from right where she was likely standing at the sink a moment before. The final piece of the puzzle- why does that woman have absolutely snatched eye and lip makeup when she's just getting into the tub alone at night?

My conclusion?

The monster's her boyfriend. He spends the day hiding inside her as a possessing spirit, and in the evening she sheds him off along with her clothing, then gets herself nice and sudsed up for an evening in of horror netflix and chill. The voyeur thing is routine- obviously she loves him for who he is, after all.

Seems like a nice couple :)

[InfernalPume]

i hate it when im just trying to relax with my full face of makeup in my disgusting bathtub and my monster husband interrupts me to say the sink sprayed blood on him again

[joikun]

This is why I don't take a shower without my cats standing guard in the bathroom (those little perverts!!).

[petrahalfmann]

Who comes up with such a nightmare?
Can you still sleep at night when your mind is working on pictures like this?
Amazing art!

[Limepopsicle]

She washed her hands off in the sink before climbing into the bathtub, relaxing into the warm water. She started to think about what she had just done. He deserved it, right? He had it coming, she was just how his karma would hit him.

Yes, she assured herself. She was in the right.

There was a movement in the corner of her eye, but she ignored it. An unsettled feeling overcame her when she noticed a dark shape in her peripheral vision. But it was behind the shower curtain, so she was fine, right?

Her gut twisted as she smelled rancid breath from the shape’s direction, accompanied by the coppery scent of blood. Maybe this was his ghost, coming back for vengeance. But ghosts weren’t real, right? She was just being paranoid. It made sense to be paranoid after what she had done. It was just nerves and adrenaline. Plus, it couldn’t be him. He was in the backyard, safely six feet under (well, safely for her). It was just her imagination.

She closed her eyes, hoping that would get rid of the thing. It didn’t. She kept her eyes trained on the wall in front of her, noticing how it… hadn’t moved. Almost as if it was… waiting for something.

She wouldn’t acknowledge it. If she pretended it didn’t exist, it didn’t, or, at least, it wouldn’t hurt her.

Right?

Minutes passed, the water turning lukewarm. Neither she nor the shape had moved an inch.

It was definitely waiting for something, and it seemed as if it would be here for a while. It was at least a few feet taller than her, its limbs long and lanky. She grit her teeth as her fear mounted. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real. If she didn’t acknowledge it, it didn’t exist.

Then why did the shower curtain move in time with the sound (and smell) of its breath?

She kept her eyes trained on the wall in front of her, the water turning cold as more and more time ticked by. What was it waiting for? What did it want?

It was waiting for her to get up. It didn’t think she knew it was there. She’s pull back the curtain and it would jump at her, she knew it. Her hands tightened on the rim of the tub and she tensed her muscles, fighting the uncomfortable cold of the water.

An hour at least had to have passed before either of them moved again. The shape straightened up and retreated, the sound of the door opening and shutting following as its footsteps seemed to descend down the hallway. She let out a silent sigh of relief and hastily, quietly, stood up from the bathtub and locked the door, noticing the trail of blood where it had been walking that went from the sink to the door. It was his ghost, wasn’t it? It all was real, too real, she hated it.

She shook her head and pushed the towel rack in front of the door before getting dried off and changed, quickly, quickly, it could be back at any moment. Silently, quietly, she went to the window and checked outside. No signs of anything other than the freshly overturned ground of his grave.

Just as she was about to open the window, she heard a noise, so she ducked down and hid. A shadow passed the window, stilling for a few seconds before continuing. She waited in silence for five minutes before she dared to peek over the windowsill.

Where nothing had been previously, there was now a trail of dark spots in the grass leading to the woods around the house.

With trembling fingers, she pulled the blinds closed and rushed to turn off every light in the house, lock every door, hurry, hurry, it might come back, go faster, hurry up. She locked herself in the bedroom and called the police. She had to get out of the house, but she couldn’t leave by herself. She had to turn herself in. It would be better than whatever that thing had planned for her. As she frantically spoke to the operator, confessing to her crime, her location, and the situation she was in with the scary figure with bloody footprints, she noticed a shadow move in front of the locked window.

An eyeless face looked back at her, mouth open in a silent scream. It raised its hand up and, with long, horrible claws, it scratched a message into the glass.

It was her name. Clear as day, written right into the glass. The operator told her that two police cars would be at her location in a few minutes, but she only faintly heard. She couldn’t take her eyes from the horrible thing.

She stayed staring at it until sirens blared, then it was gone. She left her room in a flash, running forward and hugging the police officer who stepped through the broken door, confessing of her crime again. She was handcuffed and led to a cop car, no protests coming from her the whole way.

As the car pulled from her driveway, she turned and looked into the woods, her breath stopping as she did.

There the creature stood, at the tree line, mouth still open, one horrible hand waving to her. She pointed it out to the officer, who didn’t respond, but he did glance into the rear view mirror, and she swore the car sped up when he did.

[thesighbored]

I felt that the girl with the hair looked more scary like Ju-On. 😅

[purplehaze]

I like to think the intimidating look of her hair is intentional, implying that her and the monster are closer to one another than what may be suggested.

[dancarroll]

Your creations are sooo good their better than the worlds greatest paintings and sculptures 😍😍😍😍😍😍

[vihrigapozax]

I love it how open this is for interpretation. Like... hmm, it seems like the dress is hers and so are the footsteps in the beginning, and why is there blood in the sink? Seems to me that she has done something evil, or she somehow is the same with the monster. Or the monster is inside of her, but she does not know. Or a hundred other stories. This is so cool!

[juglover]

Her seaweed lookin hair is scarier than the monster guy


But this is super cool, the amount of skill and talent is amazing, and the way you just freehanded perfect footprints was super impressive.

[dasulanilanjith]

Another super cool video.... Your Art ability is very

[peypeylove]

You placed, every single board by hand. Wtf howwww?! Color me impressed.

[fakenails]

We used to have these types of bathrooms in one of my grandma's house. It was a common style for most post colonial homes (50+ to 100 yrs old homes) to be half brick (usually the ground floor) and wood (the proceeding floors above). Some houses had stilt style and the bathrooms where also on the top floor, but the only difference was that the wood floor was cemented over for long lasting effect. The walls were still teakwood. :)