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Wicked Pieces by Mary Leoson

The crone’s skin sagged like a melting candle. It hung in drips rolling off her face—molten, dying.  The eyes were marbles peeking from sockets, pale and glassy. They faded more each day, dimming windows to the outside world. Her lips, once blood red, had given way to pale pink and yellowed at the edges like old paper. Crevices reached out like branches, tears in smooth fabric, worn with time.

This was what Melissa saw when she looked in the mirror—a shadow of what once was beautiful. She’d sit for hours, gazing into the surface, haunted by a distorted reflection. Her beauty stared back at first, poised beneath a layer of powder, lashes curled, lips stained. But the image morphed before her eyes. The color faded. Flawless skin wrinkled. The sand slipped through the hourglass, grain by grain.

Each heartbeat was a wish not granted, a dream escaped to the cobwebs in the corners of the room. They clung there like flies meeting their doom, thrashing about as a spider came to feed. Life’s poison pulsed through her veins, sucking away vitality, seeping in through the cracks in her face.

There was a time she longed to be older, to feel freedom and a man’s affection. The foolish girl was still trapped inside her somewhere, clawing to escape the fleshy prison. She thought she’d be an actress, embodying drama and moving her fans to tears. Or, she’d be a lawyer, righting wrongs with her wits. Maybe she’d be a homemaker, nurturing children and a husband, making warm meals, followed by chocolate chip cookies and bedtime stories before sweet kisses goodnight.

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The hag’s mouth turned up at the corners, remembering a simpler time, a hopeful one. But reality leaked in through the edges, drawing the smile downward, tugging on the loose skin, too tired to argue. None of these plans had manifested according to her dreams. Her mind tumbled, looking for someone to blame. Her mother should have warned her better—made her go to college. Her father could have supported her—given her the push to pursue law. And her husband, the ghost of the man she’d fallen in love with, might have shared the spotlight. Now she was nothing but the failed actress. The college drop-out. The aged mother, only called when a bill is overdue.

Her gaze hung low, focused on a hairbrush that held too many loose cast-offs, graying and forgotten. When her eyes returned to the mirror, she was met with a pointing finger. It hung there like a fire iron, ready to stir her ashes. The nail had grown out, the remnants of what had been a lovely manicure, now chipped and uneven along the edge. The knuckles were swollen, worn from cracking under pressure, angry and defiant. The finger blatantly accused her, egged her on.

“Don’t you point at me,” she whispered. “I gave up everything for them. I am a goddamn saint.”

Her nose rose in the air as she spoke, her ego inflated. But she did not look dignified. Her nostrils flared and her eyes became slits, threatening, venomous. And the finger pointed.

“Fuck you,” she said, her voice louder. But the finger didn’t falter. In fact, it inched closer. At first, she thought it was her imagination. She blinked. She rubbed her eyes. She even sat up straight, shook her head. But it kept moving, crawling toward her.

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It touched the surface of the mirror and bulged out, a bubble of reflection intent on grabbing her. Melissa jumped, tensing in alarm. She tried to stand but fell backward and off the dainty dressing stool. She struggled to her hands and knees, then took a breath. Surely, her eyes were playing tricks on her. She shouldn’t have mixed that Xanax with the wine. At this realization, she rolled her eyes, laughing at her silliness. Of course, it was the medication. The hilarity took her until she giggled and tears streamed down her face.

As the laughter dissipated, she looked up to the ceiling where the shadows crawled with the setting sun. It would be time for bed soon, and she’d put these demons to sleep. For now, she indulged her buzz, wondering what life might have been like had she made different choices.

Her lips were still spread in a smile when she heard the cackle. It came in a delayed echo, bouncing around the room, growing louder with each pass. Had the laughter ever belonged to her? It was dark—sinister.  Cupped hands covered her ears, tighter, harder, but brought no relief. She shut her eyes and opened her mouth to scream but then the silence came suddenly. It engulfed her in perfect quiet, empty and haunting.

Melissa hesitated, then crawled on her knees toward the dressing table. Graceful, young hands reached up to steady herself on its edge. She rose slowly, peering over the polished surface, past the perfume bottles and makeup brushes, to the looking glass. Within was only gray, a dull reflection of the fading wallpaper on the other side of the room. As her knees straightened and she stood slowly upright, the image adjusted, and her young face emerged.

The woman was beautiful, though her eyes were wet with tears. The wrinkles were gone, like an eraser had rubbed them away. Her red lips were pouty, her neck creamy and smooth. She dared not breath. She wanted to look like this forever. She wanted to freeze time.

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Without her permission, her hand reached out to touch the image, so beloved. She was an angel, a promise, a muse. To her surprise, the reflective surface was warm, but she didn’t want to question it. The likeness moved with her in perfect choreography, swishing this way and that. She was enraptured

The hum started slowly, like a flapping of wings. Not one pair, not two, but thousands, moving together, keeping the time at bay. She stood taller, prouder, reveling in what she saw. She could do anything when she looked like this—young, beautiful, ideal. People would listen to her now. Men would do her bidding. Women would envy her. It was everything she wanted. It was power.

Her chest swooned with hot breath, her pride growing, her smile spreading. And she focused on the irises that peered back, vibrant and determined, filled with life. But they flickered—a small shift that brought with it a memory. And the doubt snuck in between joy and ecstasy—feelings of regret, fear, worthlessness. The edges of the mirror turned rusty and the hum dimmed, making way for a scream that held the power of her youth—the collective dreams she should have released long ago. Her hope had been locked in a cage, rotting. It made one last bid for freedom as vanity.

The lovely smile morphed into a wicked grin. It was seductive, unforgiving, determined. White teeth flashed between rich red lips, the edges pointing toward charming dimples. They danced, taunted, whispered, “come hither.” Melissa froze and the smile was no longer hers. Before she could pull her finger away from the surface, a gnarled hand grasped her wrist. It tightened, twisted, burned. 

The scream exploded from her like a shrieking cat, high and sharp. It scorched her throat, strangling her from within. She pulled away desperately, but the harder she yanked, the stronger the vise became. It drew her toward the mirror like a black hole, slowly, steadily, until she came face to face with herself. Her nose crushed against silver, breath fogging the surface between screams, until there was a crack.

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Shards pierced her skin. Liquid dribbled onto the table, covering the lipstick, the powder, the delicate perfume bottles in sticky crimson. Skin peeled like an onion layer, and what was once pristine became marred with gore. The blood glittered with diamond debris, a last light for a dying hope. The actress sighed dramatically, the lawyer swore revenge, and mother grieved what once might have been. And the last thing Melissa saw before the darkness took her was her beautiful face in pieces.

Leoson teaches composition and psychology courses at the college level in Cleveland, Ohio. She loves to write with her dogs at her feet and somehow survives on decaf coffee and protein bars. She holds an M.A. in English & Writing from Western New Mexico University and an M.S. in Psychology from Walden University. Her writing has been featured in the Twisted Vine Literary Journal, TWJ Magazine, The Write Launch, GNU Journal, The Gyara Journal, Genre: Urban Arts, Obra/Artifact, and on NPR’s “This I Believe” series. You can learn more at www.maryleoson.com

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Religious Icons Revisited for the Second Second Coming

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Those religious icons really get around. This time it’s a journey to visit the Deep Ones. And Dracula’s Castle. Because everyone has to be a tourist now and then, and what’s the point if you don’t pick up a souvenir or two?

New religious icons - Jesus Christ visits Cthulhu and the Deep Ones
New religious icons – Jesus Christ visits Cthulhu and the Deep Ones

This was a gift for a friend for their sea life monster theme bathroom. It started as one of those old school wood plaques where the picture is waxed on. And the eyes were originally that creepy – all I did was add the tentacles. So don’t blame the overall weirdness on me, it wasn’t all my doing.

Bloody Mary goes to Transylvania
Bloody Mary goes to Transylvania

Oh, and apparently Mary wanted in on the action, so she’s gone to Dracula’s Castle for a bite. She even brought back her own religious icons souvenirs…

Repainted faux wood plate by Jennifer Weigel

So this one isn’t as old, nor is it real wood. But it still totally goes with Mary’s journey. And it’s also a little blacklight reactive with the flowers.

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.

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

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Repaint Porcelain Figs Plus by Jennifer Weigel

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So I just keep on going… Here are some more repaint porcelain figurines and other madcap painting. OK maybe some of them aren’t porcelain, but still totally redone.

Pennywise It Clown repaint by Jennifer Weigel
Pennywise It Clown repaint by Jennifer Weigel

This Pennywise clown started as some plastic figurine from Italy. I was drawn to this because of the pretty marble base. It’s a nice touch, don’t you think? I’ve seen others in this series and honestly they’re all kind of creepy to start with, so they really lend themselves towards repaint prospects. Perhaps I’ll pick up more to redo in similar ways later on… Oh, and the eyes are blacklight sensitive, in case he wasn’t creepy enough already.

Lydia the Beetlejuice Bride repaint by Jennifer Weigel
Lydia the Beetlejuice Bride repaint by Jennifer Weigel

With all of the new movie hype, I couldn’t resist a throwback to the classic Beetlejuice, and this little bride figurine and teddy bear were just too perfect. Featuring more blacklight sensitive accents, like her veil flowers. And I don’t know why she only has one glove, I blame it on the 1980s… Or maybe she was just that drunk (you’d have to be for that wedding)…

Zombie Apocalypse Prepper repaint by Jennifer Weigel
Zombie Apocalypse Prepper repaint by Jennifer Weigel

So yeah, all those preppers ready for the zombie apocalypse – you know some of them are gonna get bitten. It’s in the script, what can I say? More blacklight eyes, cause why not?

Abigail vampire ballerina repaint by Jennifer Weigel
Abigail, vampire ballerina repaint by Jennifer Weigel

I admit I haven’t seen this film, but it sure looks fun. Mathilda, eat your heart out. Literally.

Sexy Sadie by Jennifer Weigel
Sexy Sadie by Jennifer Weigel

OK so this isn’t a repaint. Nor is it porcelain. What is it even doing here? Well, she’s cool and ready for a party and kinda reminded me of Abigail, so she sort of just tagged along. Sexy Sadie started as an Avon perfume bottle with a fragrance I didn’t care for (I think it was called Head Over Heels). Because honestly the bottle topper was all that mattered. And now she has her own disco dancing platform. What more could a vampish vixen want?

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.

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

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Beyond the Veil: Video Script by Jennifer Weigel

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I wrote this script for Beyond the Veil awhile back, exploring the bond between two twin sisters, Edith and Edna, who had lived their lives together. There was a terrible car crash and someone didn’t make it.  The other is trying to contact them beyond the veil…

Spirit Witch altered doll sculpture by Jennifer Weigel
Spirit Witch altered doll sculpture by Jennifer Weigel

Beyond the Veil Setting:

Two women reach out to one another individually in a séance setting.

One sits on one side of a dining table.  The other sits at the other side.  Each studies a candle just beyond her reach; there is darkness between the two candles.  The long table is barely hinted at in the interstice between the two but it is clearly present.

The camera is stationary showing both in profile staring through each other.

The women are both portrayed by the same actress who is also the voice of the narrator, who is unseen.  All three voices are identical so that it is impossible to tell which of the two women the narrator is supposed to represent.

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Both women are spliced into the same scene.  They are together but apart.  The two candles remain for the duration of filming so that the two halves of the film can either be overlapped (so that both women appear incorporeal) or cut and sandwiched in the middle between the candles (so both women appear physically present).  It is possible to set the scene thusly using both methods in different parts of the story, with both women seemingly flickering in and out of being, both individually and apart.

Script:

I. Black, audio only.

Narrator:

I was riding with my twin sister.

We were in a terrible car crash.

The car drove over the median and rolled.

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It spun off the road where it caught fire.

There was smoke everywhere.

My sister didn’t make it.

II. Fade in to the long table with two lit candles; flames flickering.

Two women are just sitting at either end.

They stare blankly through each other.

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Call and Response

                        Edith: Now I’m trying to contact her…

                        Edna: …beyond the veil.

Simultaneous:

                        Edith: Edna, do you hear me?

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                        Edna: Edith, do you hear me?

Together (In Unison):

                        If you hear me, knock three times.

Narrator:

Knock.

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Knock.

Knock.

Call and Response:

                        Edith: I miss you terribly.

                        Edna: I miss you so much.

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                        Edith: Do you remember…

                        Edna: … the car crash?

                        Edith: We rolled…

                        Edna: … over the median.

                        Edith: There was fire.

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                        Edna: There was smoke.

                        Edith: I could hear the sirens.

                        Edna: They were coming…

                        Edith: … to rescue us.

                        Edna: But they were so far away.

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                        Edith: So far…

                        Edna: … away….

Simultaneous:

                        Edith: Are you okay?

                        Edna: Are you hurt?

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Together (In Unison):

                        Knock three times for yes.  Knock once for no.

Narrator:

Knock

– pause –

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Knock

  – pause –

 Together (Syncopated):

                        What’s it like, on the other side?

– long pause –

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   Simultaneous:

                        Edith: I miss you, Edna.

                        Edna: I miss you, Edith.

  Together (Syncopated):

                        It’s so lonely here.

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 Call and Response:

                        Edith: There’s no one here.

                        Edna: I’m all alone.

                        Edith: Without you…

                        Edna: …the spark of life…

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                        Edith: …is gone…

                        Edna: … so far away.

                        – pause –

Together (Entirely Out of Sync):

                        It’s so dark.

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III. Fade out to black

Narrator:

I was riding with my twin sister.

We were in a terrible car crash.

The car drove over the median and rolled.

It spun off the road where it caught fire.

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There was smoke everywhere.

I didn’t make it.

Close up of sculpture
Close Up of sculpture

I had planned to actually turn this into the video for which it was written, but quickly discovered that my plans for recording required a space that was too drastically different from my new house (and new large gaming table) and that my vision for filming could not be well-fully executed or realized. So now it exists as a script only.

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.

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

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