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A Wrinkle in Blood

By Alex C. Telander

It began with a wrinkle.

Madeleine was looking into the small makeup mirror. She’d turned forty-five just days ago. Had been doing her best to stave off the wrinkles with a growing collection of creams. And now it’d all gone to shit.

“What the fuck!” Madeleine yelled at the mirror.

She checked in the bigger mirror and there it was right across her forehead: this cavernous wrinkle that had not been there yesterday. Gray and ugly. The fucking Grand Canyon plastered right across her face.

“Ow!” she said as she touched it. It felt like a sharp knife had been drawn across her forehead. She was going to cover it up with foundation, but that wasn’t an option now. She’d just have to deal with it.

She caught the chyron on the TV as she hit the power button: MYSTERIOUS DEATHS PERPLEXING.


Things got worse.

On her lunch break, as she was tossing the wrapping to her sandwich she saw a new wide ridge of wrinkle on her arm.

For the first time she felt fear zap through her.

Something wasn’t right. But she couldn’t deal with it right now.

When she stripped off her clothes to shower that night, she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and screamed. New wrinkles all over her body now. Like they were contagious and multiplying. All ugly gray, some oozing blood.

Madeleine moaned with despair as she got into the shower, then screamed again under the hot water, this time in pain. She had to turn the water down to almost cold before she could bear it.

She took Advil and an Ambien then got into bed. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to fall asleep; her body was on fire. What the hell was wrong with her? Sleep eventually took her away from this nightmare of a day.


The nightmare didn’t end.

Madeleine awoke in a level of pain she’d never experienced before. There was sharp discomfort and soreness on the outside of her body, but internally something was very wrong too. Her organs ached. The fact that she could feel them individually seemed impossible. Left kidney. That was her right lung? It was either a heavy ache, or a sharp pain, or something else that just felt very wrong. Her heart. Her liver? And that was her right kidney she was pretty sure.

It was 2:31am. The Advil had worn off.

Madeleine mostly fell out of bed, then dragged herself slowly into a standing position. She awkwardly pulled on clothes: sweatpants, t-shirt, hoodie. Went into the bathroom and screamed at herself for a third time. Something had clawed her face with new wrinkles: one across her cheek, the other reaching down from the corner of her mouth and under her chin.

She pulled her hood up, yanking the cords tight. The roughness of the material against her cheeks felt like nerve endings being rubbed raw.

She took more meds.

Should she call an ambulance? She needed to go to the emergency room. She got her phone, purse and keys and made it into her car. Sitting down was both a wonderful release and an aggravating discomfort. She got on the road and was sort of okay for a little while. Fresh air and not moving much she guessed.

The ER parking lot didn’t look too busy. Thankfully. She went from icy night air to stuffy warmth as the automatic doors opened. She gave her info and her weird symptoms to the receptionist behind the glass. The person did their best to hide a shocked look, but Madeleine still saw it for what it was. She was hideous.

She sat hunched over, not even wanting to mess around on her phone. The TV was broadcasting the news: dead bodies showing up all over the world. It went over her head.

It felt like two hours later when they called her name. Looking at the clock, it’d been twelve minutes.

A medical person asked her what was wrong and she gave the bizarre series of events that were the last twenty-four hours. They did better at hiding their surprise. They took blood, a urine sample, checked her vitals.

She was sent back out into the waiting room. She wanted to be anywhere else. She wanted to not be in agony. She wanted to be fast asleep. She wanted things to be normal.

The news droned on about bizarre deaths.

This time it was under five minutes. They called her name and she was given a cubicle with a curtain for privacy. She asked for help and moaned while they slowly got her into a hospital gown. The nurse was a pro, giving no reaction that she looked like some kind of freak and was probably the last of her kind. Before long she was in bed with a warm blanket. It was thick and rough and would’ve been iron wool on her skin had she not been wearing the hospital gown. Also the warmth was really helping. The nurse said the doctor would be in soon and then someone would be in to do an EKG and then she’d be taken to do a CT scan. Madeleine wasn’t paying much attention because she was already mostly asleep.

The pain was still very much there letting her know something was dreadfully wrong with her body, so she never fell fully asleep. The doctor didn’t show. Someone came in to give her an EKG, attaching all these sensors to her. They had an actual look of terror when they saw her body covered in these ugly gray wrinkles. The pain from each attached sensor was excruciating. She actually yelped as each one peeled away. Then she reverted to her stuporous state until another person came in saying they were taking her for a CAT scan. Her bed became a moving gurney. As she was wheeled to the equipment room she wondered if she was dying and this would be her last night. Then she was back. She didn’t really remember what happened, other than constant pain.

Another semi-conscious period then the doctor finally showed up, turning on all the bright lights. She squinted at him and didn’t like what she saw in his eyes. He was fucking terrified. His voice was shaky. They were going to order more tests. They were going to give morphine for the pain. They didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she would be staying until they had a diagnosis and could help her.

It made her feel a little better. Half an hour later she was on the morphine drip and that helped a lot. It was six AM now and the sun was coming up. They brought her breakfast which she was able to eat. She turned on the TV as she ate.

Something very bad was happening in the world. All over it actually. People were dying and no one knew why.

Madeleine felt a dread begin in her that she didn’t think she was capable of after the night she’d had. Hadn’t she seen something about this earlier? They were collapsing in the street, while driving, while flying, while just being anywhere. Collapsing into a puddle of human goo and not much more. Like someone had dropped a handful of clothes into a bloody puddle. There were photos, lots of them. Then there was video, with a blazing red warning that what she was about to see would be extremely disturbing. Then she watched a person being filmed stop and start screaming, slowly collapsing, then falling to the ground, then . . . that was it. They were dead. They were pretty much gone. Nothing human left.

Madeleine lost her appetite. The nurse came in to take her food away and take her vitals. Her eyes had a look of terror.

“What the fuck is going on out there?”

The nurse just shook her head. She was too scared to speak. She left abruptly.

Madeleine switched channels, but most of it was news and they were covering what was apparently the end of the world. People dying in the tens of thousands everywhere. It was happening too fast for anyone to react, to try and figure out what to do. Some of the puddles of blood had been scraped up and transferred to hospitals and labs, but there was nothing to work with. It just made no sense. It was so random. Anyone could suffer at any time.

No one was safe.

Madeleine could feel herself shaking now. It made what was going on with her seem trivial. Unimportant. But they still hadn’t given her any answers. She hadn’t seen the doctor in hours. Was she going to end up like one of those . . . puddles?

She didn’t have a fucking clue.

At least no one else did either.

She tried to sleep. The food and morphine helped her doze for a few hours. A loud scream ripped her awake, her heart thumping in her chest. It felt like it was just outside her room, but she couldn’t see anything. Then she heard people coming, lots of voices. They were there for a few minutes and then moved away.

Had the hospital just had its first case?

Madeleine, now very much awake, turned the TV back on. It was still the same. The reporters all had this look in their eyes now: they could be next, any one of them, and nothing could be done about it.

She started shaking again.

On the overhead speakers she heard someone calling a CODE BLUE. She didn’t know what it meant, but it couldn’t be good. Ten minutes later, there was another CODE BLUE. A short while after that another scream. Someone yelled doctor! only it didn’t sound like they needed the doctor, it sounded like . . . like it’d been a doctor. Another CODE BLUE.

Madeleine pulled her knees up under her chin. Wrapped the blanket around her like a protective shawl.

Everything was so fucked.

She put her head down and started crying.

The blanket had no problem absorbing her tears.


It ended in silence.

The hospital was very quiet now. Only the occasional medical person passing by, usually needing to get somewhere fast. The doctor had stopped by a while ago. Scared the crap out of her. Suddenly he was there, ripping the curtain aside. He’d looked drawn and haggard, like he didn’t know if he would ever sleep again. He told Madeleine they still didn’t know what the hell was wrong with her. She shouldn’t be alive. The wrinkles were everywhere inside her body. In all her organs. But they didn’t seem to be affecting her that much. The doctor didn’t understand how. As he turned to go, he stopped and looked back at her, at the morphine drip.

“I could open it all the way,” he said. “It’s a nicer way to go.”

She shook her head.

He turned and crossed into the hallway then began screaming like an animal that had been crushed under a car. Madeleine watched her doctor fold down and compress into a pool of blood right in front of her. A long time later someone came to clean up the mess. There was a long bloody smear left on the floor.

More time passed. Madeleine thought she was the only one left now. In the hospital. Maybe the world. She felt something new in her body: a vibrating of her skin that went deep, all the way to her soul. She was very scared. She slid out of bed, shakily standing. Her body wobbled, starting to compress.

Madeleine closed her eyes as she felt herself fold down to the ground and end . . .


Madeleine opened her eyes.

She was staring into her bathroom mirror. Her face was clear. Her skin perfect. She took off her robe, revealing her naked body. There wasn’t a single wrinkle on her; not a blemish or mark anywhere.

She was perfect.

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Yearning, Poem by Jennifer Weigel based on Andrew Wyeth’s Christina’s World

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I have recently begun exploring Fibonacci poetry and penned this as a consideration for the Lovecraftian terrors while considering that Kansas was once an inland sea. It is also based on the beloved and enigmatic painting of Christina’s World by Andrew Wyeth.


She
stares
ahead;
the landscape
yawns ever further
spanning the distance between us
and that deep unthinkable unknowable abyss.
This plain was once an inland sea,
a vast ocean filled
with terrors
beyond
our
ken.

Time
stands
still for
none of us.
It marches towards
our inevitable decay.
Our fragile flesh succumbs to the horror of the void,
cradling our fallen progeny
and yearning for home.
Christina,
hurry
back.
Now.

It
could
happen
anywhere…
The farmhouse beckons
from its horizon vantage point,
thousands of blades of grass groping like tiny tendrils.
The ancestors grasping at straws,
hoping to evade
inevitable
collapse,
their
loss.

Stars
fall.
Panic
sounds beyond
our comprehension.
Their silent screams fall on deaf ears.
We cannot interpret their guttural languages
or understand their diminutive cries
this far from the tide.
Slumbering
depths still
snore
here.

The
ebb
and flow
roil and churn
with water’s rhythms,
caress the expanse of grasses
covering this now fragile and forsaken ocean.
The landscape gapes and stretches wide,
reaching to grab hold
of her dress,
earthbound.
Lost
her.

Christina's World Lost digitally manipulated photograph of a field of grass by Jennifer Weigel from her Reversals series
Christina’s World Lost: digitally manipulated photograph by Jennifer Weigel from her Reversals series

I hope you enjoyed this jaunt through Christina’s World into pure terror. Feel free to check out more of Jennifer Weigel’s work here on Haunted MTL or here on her website. Or go on a trip to the Tallgrass Prairie Preserve.

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Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.

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Nightmarish Nature: Monstrous Mimicry

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So what better follow up to Invisibles Among Us in Nightmarish Nature than Monstrous Mimicry? Further exploring the leaps that critters will go to in order to eat and not be eaten. This time we’re focusing on those creatures that want to intentionally be mistaken for one another.

Insects Pretending to Be Insects

This is a pretty common subgroup in the mimicry set. Featuring such celebrities as the Viceroy Butterfly, which looks an awful lot like the Monarch. Why? Because everyone knows Monarch Butterflies taste nasty and cause indigestion. Duh? Though it appears the Viceroy took further cues from this and is not all that tasty in its own right either. Dual reinforcement is totally the way to go – it tells predators not to eat the yucky butterflies regardless. But some bugs go a bit further in this, imitating one another to seek out food or protection. Various wasps, spiders, beetles, and even some caterpillars impersonate ants for access to their nest or because ants aren’t as appetizing as their buggy counterparts to much of anything outside of the myrmecophagous crowd (as shared before, here’s a fun diversion with True Facts if you have no idea), though some also have nefarious plans in mind. And similarly, the female photoris fireflies imitate other firefly signals luring smaller males to try to mate with them where they are instead eaten.

Aunt Ant introducing herself
Aunt Bee

Kind of Weird Mimicry: Insects Pretending to Be Animals

Moths are pretty tasty, as far as many birds and small mammals are concerned, so several of them find ways to appear less appetizing. Using mimicry in their larval form, they may try to look specifically like bird scat or even like snakes to drive away predators, with elaborate displays designed to reinforce their fakir statuses. And once they emerge as moths, they continue these trends, with different species flashing eye spots to look like owls, snakes, cats, and a myriad of other animals most of their predators don’t want to tangle with. But other insects pretend to be larger animals too, with some beetles and others producing noises often associated with predator, typically towards the same end – to deter those who might otherwise eat them.

Caterpillar with thought bubble I'm a snake
Hiss. Boo. Go away!

Animals Pretending to Be Animals

Similarly some animals will mimic others. Snakes may resemble one other, as seen in the Milk versus King versus Coral Snakes and the popular rhyme, Red with Black is safe for Jack or venom lack, but Red with Yellow kills a fellow for all that it isn’t 100% accurate on the Red-Yellow end (better to err on the side of caution than not – so assume they are deadly). Fish and octopuses will imitate other fish for protection status or to conceal opportunistic predatory behaviors. And lots of animals will mimic the sounds others make, though Lyrebirds tend to take the cake in this, incorporating the vocalizations into mating rituals and more.

Octopus with speech bubble "I'm a fish"
No octopussy here

Really Weird Mimicry: Animals Pretending to Be Insects

Some of the weirdest mimicry comes out in animals pretending to be insects or small fish, where a predator will flick its strangely formed tongue that looks like a fish or water nymph to draw in more tiny critters that feel safe with their own, only to find themselves snapped up as dinner. Snapping turtles are notorious for this, disguising themselves in the muck to make their big asses less obvious and reinforce the ruse. Even some snakes do this.

Turtle with thought bubble I'm fishin
Worm-baited lure

Weirder Still

Then there are things that pretend to be plants. Like orchid mantises. Or sea slugs that look like anemones (some of which eat anemones and have stingers to match). I mentioned a few of these in the Invisibles Among Us segment last time, because some are highly specialized to look like very specific things and others just aren’t. Essentially, nature loves to play dress up and be confusing and adaptive. It’s like Halloween year round. And who can really argue with that?

Orchid Mantis mimicry with speech bubble "I'm an alien"
This is just about right.

Here’s a fun video from Animalogic exploring some of these themes. And feel free to check out more Nightmarish Nature here.

Vampires Among Us

Perilous Parenting

Freaky Fungus

Worrisome Wasps

Cannibalism

Terrifying Tardigrades

Reindeer Give Pause

Komodo Dragons

Zombie Snails

Horrifying Humans

Giants Among Spiders

Flesh in Flowers

Assassin Fashion

Baby Bomb

Orca Antics

Creepy Spider Facts

Screwed Up Screwworms

Scads of Scat

Starvation Diet

Invisibles Among Us

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Sinking Prose Poem by Jennifer Weigel

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This prose poem considers sinking into self, how ongoing struggles with mental health and well-being have led me to take actions that reinforce the patterns therein, especially regarding depression and existential angst, succumbing to cycles that are familiar in their distress and unease. For these struggles are their own form of horror, and it can be difficult to break free of their constraints. I know I am not alone in this, and I have reflected upon some of these themes here before. My hope in sharing these experiences is that others may feel less isolated in their own similar struggles.


She withdrew further into herself, the deep, dark crevices of her psyche giving way to a dense thicket.  She felt secure.  In this protective barrier of thorns and stoicism, she hoped to heal from the heartache that gnawed at her being, to finally defeat the all-consuming sadness that controlled her will to live and consumed her joy.  She didn’t realize that hope cannot reside in such a dark realm, that she built her walls so impenetrable that no glimmers of light could work their way into her heart to blossom and grow there.  That by thusly retreating, she actually caged herself within and without, diving straight into the beast’s lair.  And it was hungry for more.

Drifting Photograph of road sediment by Jennifer Weigel
Drifting Photograph of road sediment by Jennifer Weigel
Morphing altered from Drifting photograph by Jennifer Weigel
Morphing altered from Drifting photograph by Jennifer Weigel
Sinking altered from Drifting photograph by Jennifer Weigel
Sinking altered from Drifting photograph by Jennifer Weigel

Feel free to check out more of Jennifer Weigel’s work here on Haunted MTL or here on her website.

Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.
Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.

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