Illustrator Fran Krause creates chilling comics from people’s worst and weirdest nightmares. Fran asked people around the internet to share their worst nightmares with him so he could turn their deep dark fears into playful comics. The idea is pretty lovely when you think about it, taking a scary childhood memory and turning it into a nice illustration.
We all know that simply by telling our nightmare to another person, in most cases makes it go away right? We all been told that as kids, so this is a nice method of taking it one step further, getting people to talk about their fears, and giving them a visual creation to look at. This surly solves the problems with adult nightmares I would think.
A lot of these fears can be traced back to early childhood thoughts and if you browse through the comics you will find out that they’re not that uncommon.
Deep Dark Fears Comics by Fran Krause
Winter is a nice time to go ice skating with someone you love. If they fall down, don’t accidentally skate over their fingers
There is a mirror in my bedroom. I worry that, while I sleep my reflection sites up and watches me.
I don’t like being too close to sharp knifes. So I push them away, till they’re just out of reach
My mom told me that if I rode the escalator with my shoes untied it would grab the laces and suck me under. She said that all the mall cops were kids who got sucked into the escalator and had to stay forever.
Jesus lives inside you! He lives deep inside your heart!
I worry that when I die, it won’t happen all at once. It will start at my feet. And I will feel it working it’s way up
I hope I don’t ever turn into an old person who makes kids afraid of getting old
I worry that my life is an illusion, it’s all a dream. I worry I’ll wake up someday and realize i’m just a very imaginative dog.
I worry that after I die, all my senses will continue to work. I don’t know if embalming would be worse than cremation.
Sometimes I feel that all the people in my dreams are dead and have nowhere else to go.
Sometimes I feel like people are reading my mind so I think of something funny, that way if I hear anyone laugh I know!
When I wake up, I open my eyes very slowly, so anything that may be in my room has a chance to hide.
When I say hello to people, and they don’t respond, I worry that i’m dead and I just don’t know yet
I worry that i’ll fall, and bite off my tongue, and when I call 911 they won’t be able to understand me.
Sometimes when i’m pooping I worry that at the moment, it’s a dream and I’m really pooping my pants somewhere else.
I live alone, when I have to go to the bathroom late at night, I worry that when I go back to bed, someone will be waiting there.
It gets really icy in Brooklyn, I worry i’ll slip and gouge my eyes on a wrong-out iron fence and it’ll be too slippery to free myself.
When I wad a kid, a priest told me about mary. How god thought she was perfect, so he made her pregnant. I didn’t want god to make me pregnant, so I tried to not be his type.
I am not the original owner of my body, I was once a wandering ghost, I stole it. Whenever I hear voices, I know, it’s the original owner trying to make me leave.
When I was little, my mom told me that if I kept wetting my bed, worms would grow out of my mattress and they’d eat me alive.
When I was a kid, I knew where babies came from. They came out of your butt. Even though I’m a boy, I always checked my poops to make sure I didn’t have any babies.
I worry a strong wave will git and turn my around, i’ll try to get back to shore not knowing that i’, only swimming farther out to sea.
When I was little, my aunt told me that a hungry worm lived in my nose. If I kept picking my nose, it would bite my finger off. It terrified me.
Once when I was a young kid in New England, I was picking blackberries in the woods. I ate one, seeds and all and an older kid told me that the seeds would never digest it would grow as a thorny vine along my arteries.
I don’t like the revolving gates at the subway station. Sometimes I carry too much stuff I worry that someday I’ll get stuck and the rush hour crowd will push me through like a food processor.