What a delightful tale coming from the mind of Christa Planko. It reminds me of the games my cousin and I used to play in a haunted house somewhere in the Northwoods. But they weren’t games for Corey and the gang, were they? – Jim
The Shutterbug
“Do you think this is a good idea?” Jeremy hesitated at
the bottom of the warped wooden stairs. His three friends already stood upon
the creaking porch.
The shortest, stockiest of the boys swept the cobwebs
out of his way as he led the pack toward the front door. “What he means,” Corey
said. “Is ‘do you think we’re a bunch of wussies?’”
“Hell, no!” chimed Randy and Raymond in unison. They
were identical twins and always in sync.
“I’m not wussing out!” Jeremy cried. “I just don’t want
to get busted for trespassing. The cops patrol the streets on Mischief Night,
you know.”
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“So, we’ll keep extra quiet,” Corey said. “Now shut up
and follow me!”
Jeremy gulped and climbed the rickety steps. The boys
stood by while Corey picked the lock. Slowly, he pushed open the door. It
moaned on rusty hinges.
“Quick, guys!” Corey ushered the boys in and shut the
door behind them. Their flashlights immediately scanned the dusty room. Nothing
but a few pieces of furniture draped with sheets—a sofa, an armchair, a coffee
table. Otherwise, the house stood as vacant as the day it was abandoned.
“We’re here again why?”
Jeremy asked.
“To see the room where it happened,” Corey said.
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“Um…where what
happened?”
“I’ll tell you all when we get there,” Corey’s
flashlight illuminated a staircase. “This way!”
He mounted the stairs, bravely leading the way. Randy
and Raymond prodded each other to go first.
Corey paused halfway up the stairs and spun around. He
frowned. “Come on!”
Jeremy shoved the twins from behind and they squeezed
up the stairwell, side by side. They followed as Corey ventured up the
second-floor hallway. He shone his light into each room, passing each one by
until he came upon the largest at the end of the hall.
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“This is it!” he cried. “The master bedroom. This is
where they found her.”
“Found who?” Jeremy asked.
“Shirley Sugg,” Corey whispered. “The Shutterbug!”
“Oh, we know this story!” Randy elbowed his brother in
the ribs.
“Yeah, but we thought it was just an old tale,” Raymond
added, clutching his side.
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“What tale?” Jeremy asked. “Someone please tell me
already.”
“It was told to us as an old rhyme,” Randy started.
Then he and his brother chanted in unison:
Shutterbug. Shutterbug. Shirley Sugg was a shutterbug. Photography her only role, she captured your photo, then captured your soul. She carved your smile with a box cutter. The Shutterbug will make you shudder.
The boys all jumped as a rat suddenly darted across the floor, startling them.
“OK, that was really
creepy, guys!” Jeremy panted, holding a hand to his racing heart.
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“Oh, it gets better,” Corey smiled. “I know the true
story. Shirley Sugg was an actual person. This was her bedroom.” He propped a
lantern on the bed and turned it on.
The twins froze, then glanced about, trying to play it
cool. Jeremy’s body shook with fright.
“Check you out, bro!” Corey snorted. “You really are a
wuss!”
“Am not!” Jeremy snapped. He collected himself. “It’s
just that it’s cold in here.”
He shone his light around the room.
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“Hey, look!” He snatched an object from a nightstand
and turned around. “It’s an old Polaroid camera!”
He held it up and aimed it toward them all.
“Group selfie! Smile!”
He pushed the button. Surprisingly, the camera groaned,
producing a square, white photo. They stood around, watching as an image began
to develop. Within minutes, their awkwardly smiling faces emerged.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Corey said.
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“Why not?” Jeremy asked. “We needed to lighten the
mood.”
Corey shook his head. “I didn’t get to tell you the
story.”
“Well, tell it already so we can all get outta here.”
Jeremy crossed his arms and glared at Corey. Corey
glanced from face to face, then began.
“OK. So, Shirley Sugg was a local photographer about
half a century ago. She was an oddball, but good at what she did. She never
married and she lived alone—here.”
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Corey observed the captive audience before him, then
continued.
“Over the years, she got stranger and stranger. She
started walking around with a Polaroid camera, taking pictures of random things.
Then one day, someone got in her way. That’s when she completely flipped out
and went bonkers. They say she stalked the person afterward, then killed her.”
For dramatic effect, Corey lowered his voice to a
whisper.
“When they found the body, it was posed in a chair, the
mouth carved into a permanent smile. The ruined photo sat in the dead woman’s
lap with her image scratched out.”
Corey stared at the horrified faces before him. The
twins whistled low in disbelief.
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“That is one creepy story, dude,” Jeremy finally said.
“But whatever happened to Shirley? Was she arrested?”
“No,” Corey smirked, enjoying the fright he was giving
his friends. “That’s the strange part. When the cops showed up at her house,
there was no answer. So, they entered. What they found was Shirley Sugg in her
bed in this room, dead. She had a huge grimace frozen onto her cold, dead face
and a Polaroid on her lap. It was a selfie she took—in this very room, but her
smiling face was missing from the photo. Instead, it fixed itself permanently
onto her dead body.”
“Christ!” Jeremy cried. He slowly backed up, bumping
into the bed. He jumped. The Polaroid fell out of his hand, onto the bed. It
landed image side up.
“Holy, shit, guys!” he screeched. “Look!”
Corey snatched the photo. The twins gasped as they
looked over Corey’s shoulder. The photo showed the entire group with the
exception of Jeremy’s face, now a white smear.
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“OK, let’s get outta here!” Corey said. He bolted out
the door and down the hall, the twins immediately in tow, when a slam occurred
behind them. The last sound they heard from behind Shirley’s closed bedroom
door was Jeremy’s scream, followed by a maniacal laugh.
Devilish Author, Christa Planko
Christa resides in South Jersey—home of the Pinelands and the Jersey Devil. She is a medical writer by day with a passion for creative expression. Her poetry and short stories have been featured in several publications, including Jitter Press, Rune Bear, Tanka and Haiku Journal, and Every Day Fiction.
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.
williamdprystauk
May 21, 2019 at 5:16 pm
Great, old time, spooky horror fun!
I want more!