Ghost in the Machine
One summer afternoon two neighbor kids and I were in the basement playing with toys, being noisy and rough-housing. In the middle of our chaos we all froze and stared wide-eyed at each other. From the lower root cellar, we heard golf balls bouncing off the floor as if being dropped one by one, and then the 'ding, ding, ding' of metal pinballs falling through the pinball machine. We dropped everything and made a mad dash upstairs.
My drawing features an updated and unplugged pinball machine going berserk, an older variation of myself making a run for it, and the same fight or flight response...a feeling that stays the same from kid to adult.
The machines change, but the ghosts never do.