An Ex-Military Man is Stalking Me--in My Bathroom

I think it's time for more hidden pictures from my bathroom art.

Basically, I have this nice, cheery floral painting hanging in my bathroom. But, it's got all these hidden people in it watching me. The first one I noticed was an alien. (click here to see it.)

Then I noticed someone else. I don't know exactly what to call him other than an Ex-Marine-KGB-Men-in-Black-Spy Guy. Can you see him? He's in the upper right quadrant.

I'll zoom in.

See what I'm talking about?! He's got a short crew-cut, dark glasses (probably Ray bans), and a red nose. He bugs me. The alien was bad enough, but now this guy? 

Who knew that one piece of art could be so haunted? There is one more person in that painting I've been able to locate. I'll have to save her for another day.

Do you have any art in your house that gives you the creeps?

Stalked by an Alien or Hidden Pictures in My Bathroom Art

Song of the Week: "Hear You Me" by Jimmy Eat World


I have this lovely giclee print hanging in my bathroom. I got it several years ago at an art sale in Lake Tahoe.

It's bright and cheery and pretty basic. At least that's what I thought at first. But since then I've found hidden objects in it. And one of them really creeps me out.

Maybe it's because Signs is one of my all-time favorite movies, or maybe I just have an overactive imagination, but there is an alien hiding in this painting. It watches me all the time from behind the flowers.

Can you see it? It's small, but definitely there. I'll zoom in on it.

Can you see it now? In the lower center peeking out from the green stems? It's just the alien's head. But it's always there, peering out from behind the carnations, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.

I try to ignore it, but now, when I look at the painting, it's all I see. I know it's watching me blow-dry my hair, brush my teeth, or--heaven forbid--getting dressed. Gulp! Maybe I already have an implant and I don't even know it's there.

I'll know I'm in serious trouble when I hear Close Encounters of the Third Kind music coming from the print. Duh duh duh duh duh...