October is one of the best months in the year, not an opinion – but a fact. Its the time where holidays start feeling more thematic and everyone’s creativity flows more than usual. Ana B is one of my closest friends and October happens to be the month where she grants us with the gift of 31 days of Halloween! One spooky picture a day centered around the wonders of All Hallow’s Eve! With #Inktober being a thing, a number of other Halloween inspired creative projects happening daily, I decided to tackle it myself with a different approach, I would commit to writing a short spooky story that drew inspiration in whatever Ana’s daily picture was. Not only would this force me to hit the books on a daily basis, but it would be challenging enough in a way that the theme is set for me and I have to draw from that. My first attempt at this project came with her Day 1, Reborn photo.
Tap* tap* snap* the sound of the pencil’s sharpened tip breaking smothered the otherwise silent bedroom. “That mug’s handle is facing the wrong direction” the thought attempted to surface as she failed to push it to the back of her head. The sketch pad in front of her remained blank aside from the markings of the uninspiring pencil she held between her index and middle fingers. The boot preventing to close her mirror lined closet doors caught her attention while trying to ignore the mug now facing the right direction. “Did I move it?” She thought to herself while smearing the lead from the pencil across her forehead. It was probably just the reflection. The idea was to get her vision on paper before bringing the project to life, but something was off that night. Her mind wandered far enough her eyes appeared to be hollow. “You didn’t lock the door” she told herself as she clutched her left arm hard enough to leave a mark.
Her voice resonated from different ends of the room causing her to notice the marks left from the recently sharpened pencil on her neck. “Didn’t the tip break off?” The boot. Her reflection made way for it but she didn’t. She might have freaked out at the sight of it had the mug not startled her when it fell of her desk. She moved down to grab it but before she could reach it, the unlocked door slammed shut. The deafening sound caused her to stand up straight and notice the mug back on the desk. The boot. Back where it was, still sticking out. Everything was just how she left it, except the sketch pad that now showed her own face locked in a grimace. The startling image sent her into a frenzy that knocked the mug off the desk, she looked toward the closet as her reflection stared back at her, this time closer than before, except it wasn’t a part of the mirror anymore.
Rather than explaining the story, I’d like to leave it to your interpretation and if you’d like discuss and leave some feedback below accordingly. Please hop on over to the rest of Ana’s links, (Instagram, Twitter, Facebook) and make sure to click through each day’s photo for behind the scenes and words from the mastermind herself.