Mom hung a mass produced art print on my bedroom wall when I was about 8. It's of a little girl holding her puppy.
Cute, right?
Thing is, this painting terrified me. And I was raised in the time where you just kind of swallowed any complaints and didn't bother mom or dad with kid foolishness.
Here is a copy of the thing I actually had hanging on my wall. This same frame. Probably came from Service Merchandise or some such.
What in the everloving hell is lurking just over her shoulder?!?! To me it always looked like a skull wearing a hat on the side of his head, like a little old timey jaunty hat a clown would wear.
It's a wonder I got any sleep. I was too afraid to tell mom I hated it. I never considered that I possessed the agency to take it off my wall and hide it at the bottom of the closet.
I think of this cursed painting still.
Did you ever have something in your childhood that unnecessarily scared the bejeezus out of you?
I found this little metal globe thing(appears to be a necklace charm), that has some rings or chimes inside that make sound, buried in the dirt when I was really young. I always thought of it as some type of luck charm. But it brought bad luck first and then good luck. Like if you rang it something bad would happen soon, but then something good would happen. Have never been able to get rid of it, it just stays with my stuff anywhere I move. I still have it 20+ years later.