[ IP ] This picture gets more horrific the longer I look at it . The artist has n't given it a backstory . How did they come to this ?

`` You painted this... *this*?'' Asked Jesse while running his figures anxiously through his golden wheat hair. That wheat was beginning to wilt and the color fade the longer Jesse looked at the painting. He stifled a cough and looked towards the artist. 
 
 `` Yes. Pretty good huh?'' replied the artist with a very accomplished look on his face. This had been Jay's first ever painting. He did n't even paint as a little kid. Feel proud of himself, he decided to show off his masterpiece to Jesse, his roommate. 
 
 `` I uhh...'' Jesse wiped some cold sweat off his forehead, `` It's umm... what was your inspiration for this thing?'' Jesse gulped audibly hard and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. 
 
 `` Oh I just painted the first thing that came to mind. Not bad, huh?'' Jay folded his arms and stared at his work admiring it. `` I painted this thing up in like 45 minutes. I think I might be a natural.'' 
 
 Jesse shifted his weight around. `` It's, well, it's a little spooky, do n't you think?'' Jesse's eyes hurt trying to look at it. He wanted to turn away, but for some reason he could n't turn away. He became sweatier, but at the same time he felt very, very cold. He started rubbing the back of his neck. 
 
 `` I do n't think it's spooky. That was n't my intention anyway'' Jay squinted his eyes looking at the painting. Obviously he was n't seeing what Jesse was seeing. 
 
 Jesse's flesh felt itchy like something was crawling under it. He started feeling faint as well. `` This painting man, I uhh... I do n't like it man. It gives me the creeps'' Jesse could not longer feel his fingers. He was scratching the back of his neck very hard now. He felt a trickle of blood run down the back of his shirt. He tried to hold it back but he started to pee himself as well. 
 
 `` Well, I guess I could have used some brighter colors in some spots, but I think it's far from creepy'' Jay had n't noticed anything Jesse had been doing. 
 
 Jesse breathing became labored. He tried to speak but he could only cough. The painting was grinding into his brain and it hurt badly. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and his nose was running. He was pretty sure that bone was exposed on the back of his neck now from the itching could n't stop himself from doing. Everything but the painting was dark. It was all he could focus on. He was slurring his speech trying to talk to Jay. He could n't even be sure Jay was still there. 
 
 `` What? Look I appreciate the constructive criticism, but I think I did a really good job. In fact, I'm feelin' like paintin' another!'' Jay said with a big smile on his face. 
 
 Jesse continued staring at the painting. It spoke to him, `` Jesse, kill yourself. Kill everyone you know, then kill yourself'' It said. Jesse could n't think. He could n't breathe. I felt like his chest was collapsing in on itself. `` Yes'' Jesse said as if he had any control left. Suddenly, his vision returned and he started to feel better. Feeling returned to his extremities, his head cleared up, he felt warm again. He was finally able to break his gaze away from the painting and towards Jay. 
 
 `` Jay, this is a *great* painting'' 

