So last time I told a story about when I built fairy houses and planted them like a little mini village for my final project. Well, here’s where I tell you about the finals project my classmate did.

He had the brilliant idea to take an assortment of mannequin heads and mount them in the creek so just the eyes were visible above the water. 

Creepy, right?

Nah. He tied it together with an artist statement basically saying something about trying to keep your head above water in real everyday life, but the whole visual effect was pretty surreal. I mean, you’re walking along la de da de da around the corner and over the bridge we go and what’s that oH HOLY MOTHER OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN, THE CREEK IS FULL OF HEADS!

Anyways, these heads were anchored just upstream and on the other side of the bridge as my fairy village was, so to the casual viewer, it looked like the fairies had murdered a bunch of trespassers, and left the heads as a warning to others.

Which was a kinda funny thing to think about, at least to me, the sleep-deprived art student during finals week.

So here I am, wandering around my fairy village adding some finishing touches because that’s how I roll with art stuff, namely that it is never finished, and I stop to count the heads. Just to make sure nobody has stolen them, or anything.

There should be seven. I only count six.

I count again. Still just six.

I shake my head, and finish my detail stuff. Then, just to be sure, I recount the heads one final time before leaving.

Now there are seven.

Figuring I’d simply made an error the first few times, I recount the heads again and again for like five minutes, coming up with seven each time. 

The next day, I’m telling all this to my professor and she just looks at me like I’m kinda crazy because apparently one of the heads broke before the dude put them out there and so yeah there should only have been six heads in the creek.

TL:DR

I counted seven floating heads when there should have been six and now I’m kinda creeped out.