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“Frail” by Ryan Sullivan

The full-time care wing of Dayspring General Hospital was darkened to a dim light throughout the main hall when Clara’s night shift started.  She worked as a part-time nurse at Dayspring overnight as she took graduate courses for medical school during the days.  She was often exhausted during her nursing shifts, but coffee helped.  That, and Dayspring was usually quiet at night, so all Clara had to do was make hourly checks on the patients and she was good to go.

            The night crew usually consisted of anywhere to three to five nurses at night, but Dayspring was understaffed, so only Clara and one other nurse, Janet, were working.  Clara sat at the main desk filing paperwork into the computer when Janet came back from checking on some of the patients.

            “How is everyone doing tonight?” Clara asked as Janet took a seat at the desk beside her.

            “All of the rooms seem good; no alarms going off, thank the lord,” she answered as she shifted through files in the cabinet.  “Damn, the day crew don’t know what they’re doing anymore.”


            “Is everything okay?” Clara asked.

            “Yeah, just a rash of spotty work from our lovely dayshift coworkers,” she said.  “We have a new patient in Room #7 but I can’t seem to find any paperwork on her.  It looks like she isn’t checked into any of our records.”

            “Do you think she doesn’t belong in this wing?”

            “Woman, I doubt it,” Janet said.  “She looks older than most of our other elderly guests and as frail as fine china.  My chips are on the dayshift misfiling it with another wing in the hospital.  I’m gonna have to go down to archives on Level 1 to see if I can find any duplicate copies of her record so we don’t have any nasty, medical surprises with her if she starts stroking out.  You good to watch things up here?”

            Clara hesitated for a moment.  “Yeah, I’ll be good for a little bit.  You can go down.”


            “Thanks, sweetie,” she said.  “I’ll try to be quick.  I know you get anxious on your own up here.”

            Janet went out the door leading to the stairs as Clara tried to refocus on inputting data into the computer before her hands trembled.  She took a deep breath to calm herself of her anxiety when the monitor on the wall started beeping, which signaled that there was something wrong with a heart monitor in one of the rooms.  The flashing red light beeped underneath the marking for Room #7, the room of the patient with no record.

            Clara shot up from the desk and made her way down the dimly lit main hall.  With each step, she became more anxious until she reached the room.  She took a deep breath and opened the door.

She entered the darkened Room #7 as the heartbeat monitor beeped relentlessly.  Not knowing what could be ailing the elderly patient laying still on the hospital bed, Clara inched closer and closer to the woman, her gut turning over nervously.

She turned back nervously to look at the door.  “J-Janet!” Clara yelled, but there was no response.  She slowly put her fingers on the elderly woman’s neck to check for a pulse and was surprised to feel a steady beat.  Clara, puzzled, checked the heartbeat monitor to discover that the sensor had fallen off the patient’s finger and landed on the floor, setting the alarm off.  She felt a sigh of relief and knelt to the floor as she grabbed the sensor.  As she rose back up, Clara was greeted by the elderly patient staring at her.


            Clara jumped and dropped the heartbeat sensor.  “Are… are you okay, ma’am?” she asked, frightened.

            “Oh, deary,” the woman said.  “I was perfectly fine until someone yelled out for a ‘Janet’ while I was asleep.”

            “I am so sorry, ma’am,” Clara said sheepishly.  “The heartbeat monitor went off, and I-I got nervous, so I…”

            “No need to explain yourself, deary,” the woman said.  “All is well.  Just trying to get some humor in tonight.  My name is Isabella, and you are…?”

            “Sorry,” she said.  “My name is Clara.  I’m one of the overnight nurses.”


            “Clara,” Isabella said.  “What a wonderful name for such a young, pretty thing like you.”

            “Awe, thank you,” she said.  “I’ll let you get back to sleep, Isabella.  It was nice meeting you.”  She took a few steps toward the door.

            “Wait,” Isabella said.  “Please don’t leave me yet.  It’s rather lonely here.  Would you mind sticking around for just a few minutes more?”

            Clara learned long ago not to upset some of the more elderly patients lest yelling would occur, so she went back to Isabella’s side.  “Sure,” she said.  “But only for a tiny bit.”

            “Thank you, deary,” she said.  “I’ll only take a moment of your time.  I used to be quite the catch back in my day.  All the boys would fight each other to try and gain my attention, much less my affection, but that can only happen for so long before age catches up.  I miss having those boys near me.  Does that happen to you too, Clara?”


            “No, not really to that extent,” she said with a reserved smile.  “I mean, boys always come up to me, but I’m far too busy for a relationship right now.  I’m still in medical school.”

            “Wasted beauty,” Isabella said.  “Life is ever so fleeting.  You’ve got to take advantage of your youth while you can.  Do you mind if I take a look at your hand, deary?  It’s been so long since I’ve seen a hand not covered in wrinkles or liver spots.”

            Clara was uncomfortable, but she relented and gave her hand to Isabella.

            “Ah yes,” she said as she grabbed Clara’s hand.  “So young; so pretty.  Thank you for being here for me.  This youthfulness will do just fine for me.”

            “Fine for you?”


            Isabella’s grip grew tighter.  “Why yes.  Just the age I was waiting for.  I thought I was gonna have to settle for that older coworker of yours, but thankfully you came to my room instead.”

            “Excuse me?” Clara asked.  She tried to pull her arm away, but Isabella was locked on tight.  Her skin started to tingle, and then burn.  “Please let go of me!  You’re hurting me!”

            Isabella’s grip grew stronger every second, as her strength weened.

            “What are you doing to me?!” Clara yelled.

            “You’ve been wasting your youth, deary,” Isabella said with a devilish grin taking form.  “Don’t worry, I’ll put your beauty to good use.”


            Clara’s hand withered away rapidly as her veins became more defined, her skin paler.  She dropped to her knees.

            Isabella sat up, her liver spots gone, her body leaner.  She slid out of the bed and finally let go of Clara’s hand.

            Clara laid frail on the ground, all of her strength sucked out of her, her body covered in wrinkles.  “W-what did you… do?” she asked.

            “I just came for a fill-up, old-timer,” Isabella said as she neared the door.  “Make sure to get some good life insurance before you pass on.  Old age can take forever to kill you, but when it does, it hits like a freakin’ train.  Toodles!”  She left the room as Clara shook on the ground.

            “Hello, Clara?” Janet asked a few minutes later, entering Room #7.  “Oh my God, ma’am!  Are you okay?”


            Clara was crying and shaking, unable to get to her feet.

            “Don’t worry, I’ll get you right back into bed, ma’am,” Janet said as she picked up her and helped her onto the bed.  “I’m so sorry, my coworker Clara was supposed to be monitoring the rooms.  I don’t know where she’s gone off to.”

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Ryan Sullivan is a short story writer based out of Hopatcong, New Jersey. A lover of all forms of fiction, nothing quite feels right to write other than horror.

Original Creations

Zombie Christ – Second Coming Art by Jennifer Weigel



So I probably should have taken a before picture, but I found a faux wood stained plaster Jesus statue and turned it into Zombie Christ. Because it’s the second second coming. Or something. It’s kind of an offshoot of my nail polish paintings reappropriating thrift store art

Anyway without further ado, I present…

Zombie Christ remake statue by Jennifer Weigel
Zombie Christ remake statue by Jennifer Weigel

I was a little concerned that I made him too green at first, but I’m happy with the finished result. This statue just looked so anguished. It’s eyes had been closed but I like them better open and even painted them with blacklight reactive nail polish so they will stand out even more and be interactive in other ways to add creepy factor.

Another view of sculpture
Another view of sculpture
From the top...
And taking it from the top…

Sadly I don’t have a blacklight anymore or I’d share a picture that way too. Oh well. I’ll leave you with a fun detail shot instead.

Zombie Christ detail with eyes
Zombie Christ detail with eyes

Next time I may make him more gray than green though. We shall see…

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.

Feel free to check out more of Jennifer Weigel’s work here on Haunted MTL or on her writing, fine art, and conceptual projects websites.

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Jennifer Weigel Art Collection Highlights Part 3



So it’s been awhile since we’ve looked at some of the things I have gathered, so I thought I’d bring back my art collection for another round… Here are the first and second highlights in case you missed earlier explorations.

Art Collection highlights

From left to right: M Pena Windstone Editions bat-winged flap cat, bone mask by Terry and Susan Wright, wood cat in skull by labcreature, real hair art by myself, pencil drawing of Barbarois Elder for Vampire Hunter D anime cel

Art Collection highlights

From left to right: Barbarois Elder for Vampire Hunter D anime cel, Turn Me Royal portrait of my father and stepmother as Frankenstein’s monster and his bride, painted horse skull

Art Collection highlights

Left to right: Overgrowth by Ellie Bradley, heart by TenderFlesh, praying devil girl by Torman’s Treasures

Vintage plastic Jack O LAntern

And a vintage plastic 2-foot Jack O Lantern I got at a yard sale and have kept on display on his very own stool in the living room since. So happy.

Anyway, there are some more highlights from my art collection, as it is always growing and evolving. I have lucked into several of these pieces at antique and thrift stores or acquired them from the artists or more. And yes, I still have Da Ting the taxidermy shih-tzu from the first of these posts.

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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Nightmarish Nature: Assassin Fashion



I thought about featuring some sort of Father Nature bit for Father’s Day, but having already explored Perilous Parenting I decided to focus on more creepy insects instead. Because we love creepy insects here at Haunted MTL. Thus, I present Assassin Fashion, featuring the Assassin Bug…

Assassin Bug drawing by Jennifer Weigel
Assassin Bug

Fashion Plates

Now I don’t know about you, but my first thought after snagging my prey and slurping out their dissolved innards is that I totally want to wear the dried up husk of their now lifeless body. Like that necklace made of nothing but shrunken heads. That is some first-rate fashion right there, and no one would dare to say otherwise lest they want to become a part of the dead-flesh coat… And this is exactly what the Assassin Bug does. Like a spider, it stabs its unsuspecting prey, turns it into a giant protein shake inside of its insectoid shell-glass, sips it out, and then attaches the corpse’s carapace to its ever growing collection atop its back.

Aside from being totally badass, these nightmarish embellishments serve a number of additional functions. They help the Assassin Bug blend in among its prey, masking its own odor and helping it to appear as a mass of insects that belong in or near the nest (especially among those more social networking creepy crawlies like ants and termites). In fact, it may even draw the attention of those clean up crews seeking to bury their dead, luring them in to become part of the body snatched horde. And the horrifying additions also act as a sort of armor and potential decoy for other predators like lizards and birds, who can end up with a mouth full of dead bug bodies rather than a bite of juicy Assassin Bug.

Wearing the Latest Trend in Dead Ant Bodies, drawing by Jennifer Weigel
Wearing the Latest Trend in Dead Ant Bodies

Kissing Sucks

And Assassin Bugs don’t just carry around one or two dead bodies, they may totally pile them up, as well as use other insects’ and plants’ secretions to their own advantage. Here’s a cool video from Deep Look that shows a partnership some Assassin Bugs have with Tarweed, keeping moth caterpillars from eating all of its flowers so that it can itself reproduce and spread.

Fortunately humans are too big to be susceptible… Or are we? There are also parasitic Assassin Bugs known as Kissing Bugs or Vampire Bugs that feed on mammal’s blood at night; they even act as a vector for other parasites that can cause disease years after feeding, which are associated with Chagas disease and are transmitted to mammalian hosts when the Assassin Bug poops while feeding and the host animal smears the poop into the bite when itching it.

pencil drawing by Jennifer Weigel
Pencil Drawing by Jennifer Weigel

So here’s a pencil drawing I did of a dead bug I found (I had a whole series of these back in the day). I hadn’t at the time known what it was, but it turns out to be an Assassin Bug. I wonder what its fashion sense was like…

So remember, if you want to be at the forefront of creepy horrific fashion, just look to the Assassin Bug for inspiration. If you’ve enjoyed this segment of Nightmarish Nature, feel free to check out some previous here:


Vampires Among Us

Perilous Parenting

Freaky Fungus

Worrisome Wasps



Terrifying Tardigrades

Reindeer Give Pause

Komodo Dragons

Zombie Snails

Horrifying Humans


Giants Among Spiders

Flesh in Flowers

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