To help fill your summer reading needs, I’m doing another long-form story series like my Feeding Frenzy story from last year. This story is based on my life experience as an art school student, though perhaps with some embellishment. So without further ado…
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Pauline found the Treasure Trove on her way to school one day, set back off the road a bit. She thought it odd that she’d never noticed it before; she’d driven this strip of road every day for almost two and a half years. And yet, there it was. She pulled off the main road into the gravelly weedy overgrowth of the alleyway next to the shop and wandered around to the front.
It was the mannequins that had first caught her eye. Majoring in fashion design, Pauline had always wanted one. She owned a couple of simple dress forms, but they really weren’t the same. There was just something special about a mannequin, a young Fiberglass model smiling gently at the poor, aging passersby who gazed upon the eternal beauty in the department store window.
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There were several stationed outside of the small antique store, welcoming would-be customers with their silent smiles and waving at the dirty, exhaust-fuming cars. A rather effeminate Fiberglass man was strapped to a metal pole with a couple of black bungee cords, holding an American flag to attention towards the street. He wore a sequined dress suit from the seventies, a slightly askew black Elvis wig that resembled a road kill lap dog, and a pair of dark rhinestone rimmed sunglasses. A statuesque woman with a long, brown wig in a blue, flower printed dress waved at the passing traffic from behind him while a couple of static children wearing shorts and t-shirts laughed silently with wide frozen smiles from a bench by the door.
Pauline swung open the red door to the antique store and was instantly greeted by loud, operatic music and the clanging of a brass bell tied to the inside handle of the door to warn of incomers. A heavy old metal cash register faced the door from its perch on a large mirrored glass case filled with knickknacks. A voice called out from behind it, “Welcome to Betty Lou’s Treasure Trove.” Pauline poked her head around the register. An exceptionally large woman sat in a worn Papasan chair, her girth spilling over the round nest. Awash in a boldly printed teal and magenta muumuu, she stared into a large oscillating fan as it twirled to face her. A small television sat in abandoned silence beside the fan. The woman turned to Pauline with a wide smile, “Thanks so much for dropping in. I’m Betty Lou. Just let me know if there’s anything I can do for you, hon.”
“Thanks,” Pauline peeped, caught somewhat off-guard by the sheer immensity of the woman hidden behind the glass cabinet. “I’m just looking,” she called as she wandered off along the front window.
The store itself featured a bizarre mix of collectibles and junk. Expensive, hand-painted dishware sat in an open cabinet in a back corner, surrounded by racks of vintage clothing. Old, tattered quilts and bedspreads were folded over collapsing wire hangers on more metal clothing racks, next to a small bookcase heaped with metal tins half-filled with used kitchen spices. Corrugated cardboard boxes and plastic milk crates lined the floor offering old, worn shoes and unkempt wigs like kittens at only three dollars each. A short wooden bookcase housed an unbelievably large number of the same Perry Como record along the bottom shelf, while children’s dolls and toys were piled haphazardly on the top shelf. And there were about a dozen or so mannequins scattered about: next to bookcases, watching over to clothing racks, looming over wig and shoe crates, and otherwise standing at attention in whatever space had been made available.
One particular mannequin caught Pauline’s eye. She was little more than five feet high and balanced on her Fiberglass toes as if wearing heels despite being barefoot. Her subtly made-up face and long, brown eyelashes held a steady, soft gaze to her feet. Her lithe resin body twisted as if caught in a dancer’s pirouette. Her head was crowned in a short auburn wig and she wore a bright green dress, probably from the late 50s, which brought out the subtly painted green highlights in her glass eyes. She seemed alive, ready to complete her graceful turn at any moment.
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This was the one – Pauline knew it. There was just something extra special about her that Pauline couldn’t quite place. She simply had to have this mannequin, in all of her youthful grace and beauty, exactly as she stood in the little junk shop. With the same auburn wig and the same bright green dress. Pauline fingered the price tag, biting her lip, two hundred fifty dollars for just the mannequin alone. Add another three dollars for the wig. And yet another twenty for the dress…
“I see you like that one, hon,” a voice cracked through Pauline’s silent reverie. Betty Lou stared at her from the other end of the junk shop, propped between the glass cabinet and a sturdy metal walking cane. “I can cut you a deal on it.”
“Thanks, but I can’t,” Pauline replied. “I’m just a poor college student. And I’m pretty sure financial aid doesn’t offer any scholarships for mannequin purchases…” she hid her discomfort behind a tinny giggle.
Betty Lou hobbled slowly over, balancing on the cane with small trying steps. She swayed back and forth as she moved, her body rippling into place with every footfall under its teal and magenta tent like a large, overfull sack of rice. Pauline couldn’t help but stare as the large woman approached cooing, “I’ll make you an offer you can’t refuse…”
Betty Lou circled over to where Pauline stood beside the bookcase of Perry Como records. She gently slapped Pauline on the back. Her immense hand barely even touched the girl, and her round fingers had the subtle feel of newly baked breadsticks. “Why don’t you work it off, then?” Betty Lou proposed. “I’ll give you fifteen dollars an hour towards that mannequin if you’ll help me get my shop in order. That’s less than twenty hours for everything you see there. You can drop by whenever you want.”
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“Really?” Pauline asked, exasperated. She didn’t exactly relish the idea of making that many return visits to this backwash Treasure Trove antique junk store, but there was no other way she could even dream about purchasing a mannequin. Especially not such a nice one as this one was.
“Sure thing, hon,” Betty Lou smiled an unnervingly wide, toothy grin. “She was my first. I just couldn’t help myself. Now I’ve got a whole warehouse full of hundreds of them. I’d rather this little gal went to a good home.”
“Wow, thanks so much. But I couldn’t…” Pauline replied. She gazed back at the mannequin’s graceful form, bright lifelike eyes, and subtle smile. “I’ll drop by every Tuesday and Thursday after class – those are my light days. I can do four or five hours at a time, depending on my classes…” she stared longingly at the mannequin, “I can’t wait to take her home.”
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/
You’ve almost made it to the end of the finger spiders here at Haunted MTL! Because I made A LOT of unfulfilled requests for a spider out of fingers, I will continue this snarky little AI art series with NightCafe and Canva through the month of September… In case you missed out, here are the other parts of this series:
Images: Overall design aesthetic of fashion / design advertising spread in muted tones with four AI art rendered images of spiders, built spiders, and spiders on hands, with any given number of legs on spiders and fingers on hands as you’d expect from AI interfacing at this time. Prompts used from top left to lower right include: hand that is a spider; spider legs as fingers; fingers becoming spider; spider all fingers.
Text reads: Creepy Crawlies Finger Spiders Keep Trying! Yeah, I’m sure you don’t remember being bitten. Because of the ways they warp time and space, and the natural chemical reactions involved, the AI art generated finger spiders’ bite isn’t typically felt. They are still attached to you, feeding… You have to get them off… Keep trying!
Images: Overall design aesthetic of fashion / design advertising spread in muted tones with four AI art rendered images of spiders, built spiders, and spiders on hands, with any given number of legs on spiders and fingers on hands as you’d expect from AI interfacing at this time. Prompts used from top left to lower right include: spider leg fingers; spider made out of hand fingers; hand spider picking banjo; fingers as spider playing banjo.
Text reads: Creepy Crawlies Finger Spiders That’s All Folks! Well, I guess that’s that then. It’s been nice knowing you. Enjoy your new form. Nothing left for it but to play the banjo…
We just can’t get enough of spiders here on Nightmarish Nature… so here are some more creepy spider facts for you to consider, outside of the giants, eating and mating habits, and wasp predation as previously mentioned in this series. Plus the finger spiders have taken over the whole of the month of September, so strap in because they’re here too – no goofy drawings this month just more terror unleashed in the form of AI art, courtesy of NightCafe.
Spiders Are Baby Mama Machines!
Spiders can lay hundreds and thousands of eggs in their egg sacs at a time. And when they hatch, all those tiny baby spiders can balloon, flying to new homes on airborne strands of silk as if raining from the sky… So if you suffer from trypophobia and are weirded out by large quantities of clustered small and tiny objects (especially when they are alive and moving) you may want to steer clear of these little bug bombs.
Spiders Are Athletic Archdukes!
Jumping spiders can leap as far as 40 times their body length. And wolf spiders can run up to 2 feet per second. In movement, spiders have four feet on the ground and four in the air at all times. And they have six knees on each leg for a total of 48 knees – that’s a lot of potential kneecapping, I’d try to take them down a different way if I were you…
Other Interesting Factoids
Spiders are on every continent except Antarctica and there are over 40,000 identified species of them. All spiders produce silk for all that they don’t all make webs, since some prefer to live on the move or ambush from hidey holes. There is a known species of herbivorous spider, the Bagheera Kiplingi, but most are carnivorous or omnivorous. And the longest lived spiders can survive for 40+ years.
If you’ve enjoyed this segment of Nightmarish Nature, feel free to check out some previous here:
Wow, you’re still with us… So, taking it from Part 1 and Part 2 of this saga, we’re still knuckle deep in finger spiders here at Haunted MTL! Because I made A LOT of unfulfilled requests for a spider out of fingers, I will continue this snarky little AI art series with NightCafe and Canva through the month of September…
Images: Overall design aesthetic of fashion / design advertising spread in muted tones with four AI art rendered images of spiders, built spiders, and spiders on hands, with any given number of legs on spiders and fingers on hands as you’d expect from AI interfacing at this time. Prompts used from top left to lower right include: fingers spider; fingers as spider; fingers as spider legs no hand; spider out of fingers.
Text reads: Creepy Crawlies Finger Spiders What You Get! This is all on you… You let the terrifying AI art generated finger spiders in the house and then let them crawl on you. When you turn into a spider, that’s all your own doing. Leave me out of it.
Images: Overall design aesthetic of fashion / design advertising spread in muted tones with four AI art rendered images of spiders, built spiders, and spiders on hands, with any given number of legs on spiders and fingers on hands as you’d expect from AI interfacing at this time. Prompts used from top left to lower right include: spider hand; fingers as spider legs; spider hand fingers; spider as fingers.
Text reads: Creepy Crawlies Finger Spiders Look I’m Sorry! I wish I could help. I really really do. Keep scrubbing at it even if your flesh falls off. It’s really your only hope now. You’ve been bitten and there’s not much to do for it now.
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