“Ready in 5…4…3…2…” a younger woman
with a raspy voice in an all-black outfit says to a crew member above the
curtain, “1.”
The curtains move to the side, and
the lights turn on from above. My skin feels warm already from the glare. Fake
clapping is played on the entire stereo system around the room before the tall
man I saw before walks over to his chair. He smiles, flashing the white pearls
behind his lips as he waves to me. The beat and clapping die down.
“Hello, everyone, and welcome to—“
he pauses, raising his left hand to his ear dramatically.
I
look out beyond the stage, instead of people, I see a blank brick wall. A
hunched over man just behind the camera clicks a button on a soundboard.
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“On! Your! Life!” a crowd of people
say, erupting into cheers before going silent once more.
“I’m here with—“ the man says,
holding out his hand to me.
“J-James. James MacLean,” I say.
“Well, James, I’m assuming you know
how the game works?”
“Afraid not, coul—“
“Well, all you have to do is answer
a series of questions. Get them right, and you can move on,” he clears his
throat, turning towards me with an unbreaking smile, “But if you get one wrong…
Well, just try not to get any wrong. Are you ready?”
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“As ready as I’ll ev—“
“Terrific! James, did you pick your
nose as a child?”
“I… What? I mean, of course. All
children had to, right?”
“Hm…But did you eat the sweet
rewards of a nose well cleaned?”
My eyes crinkle, pursing my lips as
I shake my head, “I mean… as a young child, sure?”
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His head turns towards the camera,
suppressing a laugh, “Fair enough, but, James… Do you still fall into these
habits?”
I shake my hands in front of me, “Of
course not! What do I look like? A child?”
He smirks, holding out a small blue
box towards the screen behind us. With a push of a button, a compilation of
videos and pictures catching me in the act appear on the screen.
“That’s one strike, James! But we
play for three. But you still must be punished!” his arm stretches towards me,
pressing another button on the remote. Two cold, metallic bracelets clasp over
my wrists on the table that separates us. I yank my body back, but the clamps
keep my limbs in place.
Heavy footsteps settle behind me. I
twist my head but can’t see the figure on the other side of my chair. I look to
Neil who nods at me and smiles at the person just behind. His smile seems too
smug. A click and buzzing can be
heard. It’s like a mini chainsaw is being held to the nape of my neck. Suddenly
the pitch changes to a low vrrrrr and
before I realise, chunks of my dirty blonde hair fall from my shoulder to my
lap.
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Hair falls on me like a blanket or
a freshly sheered sheep. Cold air touches places of my scalp that I hadn’t felt
since I was a boy. The noises and falling particles cease. A glaring handheld
mirror is presented in front of me as the clasps release my wrists. I take the
mirror and reach to run my fingers through freshly cut hair. In place of my mop
is now barren scalp. The remainder of hair feels like a dull cactus. My eyes
flicker to Neil who shrugs.
“Two strikes left, MacLean!” he
says.
I nod, folding my arms close to my
body, “Go on then.”
“Have you ever watched something
not suitable for you?”
“I watched R movies all the time?”
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“Oh, no, James. Far worse,” he says
turning towards the screen.
A clip of me biting my lip and
shaking vigorously appears. It flashes to the screen my past-self was gazing
at.
“Kiddies, huh, James?”
My face goes white. My left hand is
pulled into the lock again. I look blankly at Neil who cringes at me.
“Kids, James? How sick. We’ll make
sure you watch nothing like that again.”
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A hole opens on the edge of the
table. Two jagged ice cream scoopers sit just in front of my gaze. Neil taps
his fingers on the wood as I back into the chair as far as I can. The man
behind me grabs my shoulders, sitting me straight to look at the twisting
utensils.
My vision is bloodshot and filled
with shades of red and fall to black. My throat burns with screams as I feel
the strings of my eyes being pulled form my skull. A whirring noise marks the
retreat of the device. I reach up with my other hand. My face feels wet, but
dry. It reeks of iron. I want to cry, but it burns as all that flows is my
blood.
“Have you ever stolen something?”
“Y-yes,” I answer through my sobs
“Have you ever stolen from your
family, James?”
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“No…”
“What about a friend?” he asks, creaking
the chair as he leans forward.
“I don’t think so,” I say.
“Wrong again, James,” he says, tapping the
plastic button. I hear giggles of an old female friend fill the room. She’s
laughing. Suddenly, her laughter turns to struggled breaths and rustling.
Something is overcoming her. The screams and frantic gasps as I ripped away her
innocence on the living room floor echo around the room.
“I never said it had to be entirely
tangible, James,” Neil says. He’s enjoying this torture porn.
I stand, almost leaping out of my chair to make a rush for the exit. My arms out, trying to feel my way around the table. Two weights sit on my shoulder, dragging me down to the chair once more. One of the giant hands pushes my right hand into one of the constraints. A metallic slicing sound rings in my right ear.
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Julia Wren, Author
Julia Wren is an author, storyteller, and cat-enthusiast. She spends her spare time with her cat, Maya, and filling paint-by-numbers. If she’s not binge-watching Netflix movies or ordering pizza in her sweatpants, she’s traveling the world’s reaches with her inspiration, and father, James.
So I happened upon this very cheesecake-heavy premiere issue of Extremes of Violet, complete with pinups by some of the comic book greats of the time, and decided to make some Peeping Toms collage art by incorporating the voluptuous vixen into various crystal pieces to create a sort of fishbowl effect centered largely on her bosom (which is unavoidable).
Each of the Peeping Toms is shown from three angles because of how much the pieces shift as the light plays off the crystal. I started with these star forms.
The second bowl was even a bit iridescent, and violet at that!
Next I did a series of really perky busty bowls, which really get the feeling across that you are looking through the tiny peephole in a door as well as exemplifying the content even more. Note: these are shown in two rows with side details as well, so there are a lot of pics here…
I experimented a little and tried a couple of other scenes, like the portrait, as well. She’s staring back at the Peeping Toms…
I also tried this more square bowl form.
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And finally, I found this little heart, which is my personal favorite of the group.
These works are a continuation of my Creepy Comics collage series, shown on Haunted MTL here.
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
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
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
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.
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.
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
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
Left to right: Overgrowth by Ellie Bradley, heart by TenderFlesh, praying devil girl by Torman’s Treasures
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.