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I was in a convenience mart when it began, standing at a pastry case looking at the donuts, trying to decide whether I wanted a cake doughnut with sprinkles or a glazed doughnut with chocolate icing.  What I really wanted was a maple-glazed with bacon, but that was apparently too much of a culinary delicacy to ask of a simple gas station convenience mart such as this.

The fluorescent lights flickered in that static greenish way that they do when the ballast is going off.  Nothing unusual.  Then the loudspeaker hummed and crackled as if someone breathed too close to a microphone somewhere in the back and amplified a bit of spittle or a fleck of dust.  The sound jarred me from pondering the doughnut case, and I looked up at a speaker in the ceiling.

It quieted briefly before it buzzed again.

Still, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.  Just a regular convenience mart with its typical display of overpriced donuts, shipped in too early in the morning and having sat there for half the day until they were now well-past stale…  The loudspeaker continued to hum and crackle intermittently.

I finally decided on the cake doughnut with sprinkles, poured a cup of coffee the consistency of motor oil into a to-go Styrofoam cup, snapped a lid on it (literally and figuratively), and checked out at the counter.  The lights flickered again.  The woman behind the register, who looked as though she hadn’t slept in years, mumbled “have-a-nice-day” as I paid with my Master chip card and left.  At least, I think that’s what she said.  The words fell out of her mouth like too many marbles all at once, slurred together. 

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They didn’t make sense.

The sky was overcast. I made my way to my car.  The buzzing hum and crackle followed me.  “ There outside must a speaker be too,” I muttered to myself.  My voice echoed in my head, but talking Yodaesque gibberish with the words disordered and falling out of place and time.

The car was where I left it, second from the right facing the front of the convenience mart, aimed at the building from which the droning hum emanated.  I didn’t remember parking there but then again I didn’t remember parking…  Mine was the only car in the lot so there weren’t any other choices to be made or directions to pursue.   Thank goodness.  I felt a faint flicker of light dance through my periphery, but it was too fast to focus on.  Must be a storm coming in…

I shook it off, unlocked the car with the beep-boop key fob, and got in.  I sat down in the driver’s seat, placed my coffee in the middle cup-holder, and shut the door behind me.  I opened the bag and looked at the doughnut.  Blast it, I had thought I’d gotten one with sprinkles.  But wait – there were sprinkles.  They flickered at me as if coming into and out of being.  They were too difficult to focus on, white, yellow and orange, too similar to the cake color of the doughnut.  They became more white-noise static, further drowning out my ability to focus. 

I could no longer see the doughnut for the sprinkles.

The car radio buzzed at me with the same crackly hum of the loudspeaker.  But the car wasn’t on.  That’s when it hit me.  The… car… wasn’t… on…  A faint flicker lit up the edge of my vision again, and the din of the static grew louder and closer.  The car… still… wasn’t on…  The doughnut-sprinkles flickered at me like points of light on a TV screen un-tuned to snow.

I tossed the bag with the doughnut in the passenger seat.  I wasn’t in the mood to sit and eat it.  Not now.  Something was very wrong.  The hairs on the backs of my arms prickled as they rose.  But why?  I opened the door as if to go back in, but changed my mind.  What was I going to look for there?  The confusion and uncertainty wouldn’t be any clearer.  It wasn’t as if buying a chocolate iced doughnut would change anything.  Or would it?  That didn’t make any sense. 

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None of it made any sense.

I sat still and looked out over the dashboard at the building.  The static grew louder.  Everything was snow now.  The doughnut-sprinkles, the bag, the passenger seat, the coffee, the dashboard, the car, the convenience mart…  Even my own hand was flickering as I extended it out in front of me.  The buzzing crackling hum had taken the shape of light as well as sound, and it was everywhere.

My surroundings seemed to flatten as they grew more and more disjointed, the flicker setting in like an old movie reel zoetrope.  It was as if everything I saw was just a painting or a photograph, a stage prop and not a true-to-life experience.  The scenery around me rippled like a plastic tarp over a swimming pool or a clear carnival bag bulging with water needed to sustain the goldfish within it, with me being the goldfish.

I noticed it faintly at first.

There was a crack or a fold in the space-time continuum…  No, it was a small gash…  It seemed to almost float in the midst of my vision.  It followed wherever I turned.  I was trapped underneath and within the tent of my reality, watching it bulge and flicker above and around me as the tear grew wider, threatening to burst and spill everything through me.  My heart fluttered but I was frozen to the spot, unable to move.

The tarp of my consciousness ripped open in a sweeping encompassing motion and gave way completely.  My surroundings pulsed into themselves before they swelled and broke loose.  The convenience store, the car, the dashboard… all flew past me like a million star-points of light and shadow and flowed away.  I was enveloped in light.  A quiet solace engulfed me as I was bathed in the bright white curtain, feeling cold and warm at the same time, distant and wholly present.

Slowly, fuzzy shapes emerged from the light.

Murmured talking began to take form around me, as well as a rhythmic beeping coming into focus.  “It’s going to be okay,” one of the softly silhouetted shapes spoke as it grew clearer and formed itself into a doctor in a white lab coat.  “You had a minor stroke and have been in a coma for a few days.  You’re going to pull through.”

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I looked around.  The room was sterile and white with a sickly blue-green-gray partition preventing me from seeing the other side.  A series of plastic looking machines with all sorts of knobs, buttons, and switches beeped and lit up beside me.  The doctor held one of those hand flashlights towards me to look into my eyes.  She spoke but seemed very far away.

As the light flashed in my eyes, a buzzing hum began to emerge, quietly at first.  The rhythmic beeping of the machines receded and gave way to the static drone.  It grew louder and louder as I became attuned to the constant flicker of fluorescent lights.  The humming sound grew, emanating from everywhere and burying itself behind my eyes to pulse through my being.  The fluorescence soon began to engulf everything and the room flickered to steady snow. 

Everything went fuzzy again, lost to the flickering fluorescent din.

Doughnut with sprinkles and tentacles around bloodshot eye peering through the hole

A crackling loudspeaker jars me out of my reverie, amplifying dust, or spittle.

I look up at the speaker above me, standing in front of a convenience mart doughnut case.  An underwhelming array of stale mid-day donuts scattered on trays calls for my consideration… do I want a cake doughnut with sprinkles or a glazed doughnut with chocolate icing?

A doughnut display at an askew angle looking up at the ceiling illuminated with unnatural fluorescent light
Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.

Jennifer Weigel is a multi-disciplinary mixed media conceptual artist residing in Kansas USA. Weigel utilizes a wide range of media to convey her ideas, including assemblage, drawing, fibers, installation, jewelry, painting, performance, photography, sculpture, video and writing. You can find more of her work at: https://www.jenniferweigelart.com/ https://www.jenniferweigelprojects.com/ https://jenniferweigelwords.wordpress.com/

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Nightmarish Nature: Zombie Snails

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This time on Nightmarish Nature, we will look into zombie snails, because we were having so much with the Whore Snails recently. So this is a lot like the Freaky Fungus except that this time it’s a parasitic worm that is the cause of the horror… Leucochloridium paradoxum, the green-banded broodsac worm, forces snails to be a part of its nefarious plans to take over the world (well, really more just continue on keeping on in its strange and bizarre life cycle).

Hungry birds want nummins
Hungry birds want nummins

This Is What We Get for Eating Poop

The worm, which spends much of its life as a parasite in birds’ digestive systems, is part of a weird cycle that includes both birds and snails, though the snail end is much creepier. It starts when a snail ingests worm eggs in bird droppings. These eggs hatch into worm larvae that eventually turn the poor hosts into zombie snails! But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Snails make questionable food choices, but I guess this comes from being where they are on the ecosystem clean up crew...
Snails make questionable food choices, but I guess this comes from being where they are on the ecosystem clean up crew…

The worm larvae work their way up into the snails’ brains and take over, hijacking them on suicide missions to continue their own life cycle. These worm larvae eventually grow large and worm their way into the poor snail’s eye stalks, pulsing and throbbing therein to resemble maggots or other tasty treats.

Zombie Snails
Zombie Snails

Mind-Control

The worms use the zombie snails to get into their bird hosts by mind-controlling them into climbing out of the shady undergrowth where they will be easily spotted by bird predators which will feed on them, ingesting the eye stalks and continuing the worm’s life cycle as it gets into the bird’s digestive tract. The huge, bulging eye stalks are irresistible to birds looking to snatch maggots and other delicious delicacies. Eventually, after the worms are well ensconced in its bird hosts, the bird poops out more worm eggs for unsuspecting snails to ingest, completing the cycle.

Birds love their grubs and maggots and other nummins, even if they are just zombie snails.
Birds love their grubs and maggots and other nummins, even if they are just zombie snails.

You can watch this in action on Nat Geo Wild: World’s Deadliest here, if you dare. Warning, it’s a little gross but not near so much as some of the other topics we’ve covered. If you enjoyed this slimy segment of Nightmarish Nature, please check out past segments:

Vampires Among Us

Perilous Parenting

Freaky Fungus

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Worrisome Wasps

Cannibalism

Terrifying Tardigrades

Reindeer Give Pause

Komodo Dragons

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Snails a Whorl Whirl Whore World…

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So a friend and I made some artsy snails awhile back. Essentially this was in response to her granddaughter proclaiming that her favorite animals are whorl snails. My friend heard “whore snails” and was a bit perturbed that the child would use such a word so nonchalantly, whether or not she knew what it meant. But then again toddler-speak is like that sometimes… Anyway, it stuck.

So we made some whore snails, all glammed up and ready to go. We started with these flat metal snails and then painted and decorated them, to whore them up a bit. I figured this would be apropos after my recent Valentine’s Day posts and that the end results were horrifying enough to appear here.

My friend's whore whorl snail
My friend’s whore whorl snail

This is my friend’s creation. I especially like the David Bowie star and cherry bling to match her cherry red lipstick. The purple shell is a great color on her too. I think my friend went back and decorated her shell more after the fact, but I didn’t see the snail after those changes.

My whore snail
My whore snail

And here’s my whore snail. She’s a bit more of an ice queen with her deceptively lovey-dovey eyes and mouth full of poison darts, like the underwater snails do. I believe I called her a Hoar Whore Whorl Snail as when the discussion first came up I heard “hoar” and thought of hoarfrost. Hence the ice queen take…

And another friend joined us via Zoom just to visit and have fun making art together.

Another whore snail, drawn by our friend over Zoom
Another whore snail, drawn by our friend over Zoom

This little Zoomed in snail is kinda cute, like she’s out on the beach in her bikini… Mixed media on paper.

So if that wasn’t disturbing enough, check out my inappropriate Shrinky Dinks posted here before, or maybe this Eye Candy Peeps Easter basket, both taking some innocuous thing(s) turning into something… else…

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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. Her friends will remain anonymous for now…

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Have a Dystopian Girls on Film Valentine’s Day

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So it’s finally actually Valentine’s Day, and thus marks the final segment of our dysfunctional dystopian romance. So far, we’ve survived both Gen X and Krampusnacht, what else could possibly be in store? Girls on Film…

Valentine's Day card Girls on Film
Girls on Film Valentine’s Day card from Jennifer Weigel

Image description: Video camera umbrella shower succubus stares through the lens at the viewer, surrounded by eerie Cthulhoid horror embellishments with text.

Text reads: Happy Valentine’s Day; lipstick cherry all over the lens as she’s falling; give me shudders in a whisper; take me up ’til I’m shooting a star; (she’s more than a lady)

OK so this Valentine’s Day dystopia ends in a Duran Duran video, because of course it does. If the video doesn’t load properly, you can find it by following this link. Girls on Film.

Duran Duran official video

Here’s the camera eye succubus all by itself, for your viewing pleasure. Actually this is the original original image from an Unselfie performance art piece in the shower before I decided to forego the umbrella. Girls on Film.

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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.

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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