When I was a child, these things came to my house every night without fail. They surrounded the house, and their faces reached at least to the second-story window. I wrote a short story about it, which you can read here.

I never actually saw them, but they made quite a commotion each night. This is how I imagined they looked.

It was interesting, later in life, I realized they sounded an awful lot like the muffled sounds of a TV showing late-night talk shows just a flight of stairs away. Of course, little 5-year-old me knew nothing of late-night TV.

This is Day 3 of One Year of Art. Digital art, created on Procreate. Cheers.