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Creepy Doll Head towers are following your every move

The street was desolate except for a few stray streetlamps.  There hadn’t been many stragglers around these parts; these back alleys of London didn’t see much traffic nowadays.  Not since the murders started anyway.  But I wouldn’t know anything about that.  Wink.

A wailing shriek erupted through the darkness and the rain.  A cop car was either hot on the trail or had a hunch about something.  I needed to duck and cover, and fast.  I dashed into a dusty old storefront to let the wailing sirens scream off into the distance and to get out of the rain for a bit.  The rain didn’t bother me near so much as the commotion.

The smell of moldy books permeated the shop.  There weren’t really any wares of note; the place was empty save for a smattering of old bookcases bereft of their contents.  Despite the lingering odor, there were no books to be found, or anything else for that matter.  There was nobody around to greet me, except for a strange object perched on the front table by an antiquated cash register.

It more or less resembled a baby doll head and other detritus on a metal structure.  It was unlike anything I’d ever seen, like some sort of horrific creation by one of those nasty children that harvested all of their sister’s dolls for parts.  I grinned as I recollected my misspent youth.  Eventually the dolls gave way to a bigger and brighter enterprise – harvested bits can get you a long way, you know.  Even a crooked tooth can fetch a pretty penny if you know who’s in the market…

The cop car wailed past, off towards some unseen calling.  Good riddance.  The cops typically never take much interest in these parts, which is part of why I’d picked this as my stomping grounds.  Less attention can go a long way.  Smile.  Yeah, a couple of vagrants had died here already.  And sure, they’d started an investigation.  But it wasn’t going anywhere fast, and it wasn’t likely to.  No sense in moving on just yet.

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The damn doll head continued to drill holes into my psyche.  What was even more disconcerting was the fact that I could sense that it was watching me.  Not that there was anything to show for it, since the eyes never blinked nor dilated or anything.  But nonetheless, it was following my every movement, I was certain of it.  I wanted to reach out and smash its head in but something within me dared not draw too close.

Still, the shopkeep would be an easy mark and there was no one to be found out and about given the weather and the recent circumstances.  The remaining vagrants had cleared out save for myself.  Best not keep my buyers waiting…  I ducked behind a nearby bookcase and called out to the empty storefront, “Hello!  Anybody here?”  A gust of wind outside the window roared in response.  I clutched my dagger close under the fold of my coat.  Nobody came.  I peered out toward the register.

Suddenly, the doll’s eyes flashed a blinding beacon of white light before returning to their vacant stare, as if I had been caught in the flash of a camera.  A hollow shrill sound like a mechanical chime echoed forth from within the bizarre creature and was gone again only a moment after.  What a creepy security system.

I was most definitely being watched and decided to take to the street again.  I had to get out of there.  Briskly, I left the dusty vacant storefront and crept out into the rain.  I could still feel the doll’s gaze at my rear, causing the hairs on my neck to jolt and prickle from the wayward energies charging the air between us.

I swaddled myself in my trench coat as I turned away from the building to slink into the nearby alley.  From there, a flash of light greeted me and I heard a familiar mechanical chime,  My heart sunk in my chest.  I turned slowly to see the baby doll headed creature a little ways down the alley studying me with those same hollow eyes from atop its metal tower.  Only moments before it had been perched by the cash register in the vacant storefront and now here it was in the alley.

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My mind reeling, I turned back towards the storefront and picked up my pace, heading for the park across the street.  What was that thing?  Why was it following me?  Who knew?  I stopped under a burnt out streetlamp and stared back towards the alley and vacant storefront.  Nothing.  The rain drummed down in silvery streaks across the street, flickering into and out of focus.  I shuffled over to the park bench I knew would be waiting for me.  Sigh.

As I glanced over my shoulder at the street, I saw it again.  The same creepy baby-doll-head-watchtower-thing.  It just stood sentry, offering no clue as to how it had gotten there.  My fear gave way to hate, boiling and festering beneath my skin.  No one was on to me; I’d covered all my tracks perfectly.  Whatever this was, it had to go.  Anger welled up in me.  I stalked over to the thing and stared at it.  It stood there unmoving, staring blankly ahead.

My hand drew back in slow motion, knife in tow.  I lunged forward at the creature, intent on smashing it in.  The butt end of the knife met porcelain as I made contact with the baby doll head, sinking into the fragile surface as if it were an egg.  It gave way, shattering into a million points of light as it emitted one last bright flash and mechanical chime.  I recoiled and stared at the scene before me as it came into focus.

“Don’t move,” a cop shouted from the car, hunched behind the driver’s side door like it was a riot shield.  Another cop had his sights trained on me from the passenger door, I could feel the weight of his itchy finger at the trigger of his gun.   The cop car headlight lay smashed and shattered at my feet, glass strewn everywhere.

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Creepy Doll Head towers are watching over everything. Signal transmitted… no matter where you go, it will find you

You can read another tale of creepy doll head mayhem by Jennifer Weigel on Haunted MTL here.

You can read more of Jennifer Weigel’s writing here on Jennifer Weigel Words.

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portrait of the artist in crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun
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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AI Journey: Little Red Riding Hood, Part 2

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Continuing our AI journey from last time exploring Little Red Riding Hood herself as the Big Bad Wolf… All of these are based upon the AI generated art and prompts using NightCafe and then created as posters in Canva.

Little Red Riding Hood as a wolf, Sinister style, Aug. 1, 2023
Sinister style, Aug. 1, 2023

How very… Phantom of the Opera predatory… this is definitely not what I had in mind. Maybe something more cutesy?

Little Red Riding Hood woman with wolf head instead of her own, Anime V2 style, Aug. 1, 2023
Anime V2 style, Aug. 1, 2023

Ugh. Maybe not.

Wolf face peering out of red hooded cape, Sinister style, Aug. 1, 2023
Sinister style, Aug. 1, 2023

Wow, that seems like such a cop out, cropping off the head so you don’t have to depict it. And I don’t want to lose the Little Red Riding Hood reference completely.

Wolf in sheep's clothing as Little Red Riding Hood, Artistic Portrait style, Aug. 1, 2023
Artistic Portrait style, Aug. 1, 2023

So no surprise there, I knew that was too many references to work.

And we continued to devolve, join us again next week for the final installment to see how this ended… And again, if you want to catch the last AI art journey, you can find it on Haunted MTL here.  To see more such devolutions into AI generated art, check out the Will the Real Jennifer Weigel Please Stand Up? blog.

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AI Journey: Little Red Riding Hood, Part 1

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And as promised in Big Bad Poetry, we shall embark on our next AI journey, this time looking at Little Red Riding Hood. I had wanted to depict her as the Big Bad Wolf one and the same, although maybe not so big nor bad. But it just wasn’t happening quite as planned. All of these are based upon the AI generated art and prompts using NightCafe and then created as posters in Canva.

Little Red Riding Hood beautiful woman with red cape hiding her wolf face.  Sinister style, July 29, 2023
Sinister style, July 29, 2023

So I actually like this even better than my original vision, it is playful and even a bit serene (especially given the Sinister style). The wolf is just being a wolf. It’s quite lovely, really. But it wasn’t what I had in mind, so I revisited the idea later to see if I could get that result…

Little Red Riding Hood with wolf face, Artistic Portrait style, Aug. 1, 2023
Artistic Portrait style, Aug. 1, 2023

Well, that’s not quite right…

Wolf face Little Red Riding Hood, Artistic Portrait style, Aug. 1, 2023
Artistic Portrait style, Aug. 1, 2023

Yeah more of the same…

What part of wolf face don't you understand?, Hyperreal style, Aug. 1, 2023
Hyperreal style, Aug. 1, 2023

And as you can see this is starting to devolve quickly. Join us again next week to see how this continued to develop… And if you want to catch the last AI art journey, you can find it on Haunted MTL here. To see more such devolutions into AI generated art, check out the Will the Real Jennifer Weigel Please Stand Up? blog.

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Big Bad poetry by Jennifer Weigel

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So considering my recent revival of a wolfwere and his Lucky Days and Nightmarish Nature’s hostile humanity, it seems we are due for a visit from Little Red Riding Hood, or perhaps even Big Bad himself… Here’s a poem on the subject by Jennifer Weigel.


Over the river and through the wood
flashed the fleet-footed Red Riding Hood
on her way to her “grandmother’s” house.

When running past, who should she see
but just one of the little pigs three
cowering like but a tiny mouse.

“But my dear piggy, what do you fear?”
Red Riding Hood asked as she slunk near,
teeth hidden under a sheepish smile.

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The nervous small pig looked up in fright
and decided that Red was alright,
missing the subtle clues by a mile.

“The Big Bad Wolf, that horrible beast
upon the other wee pigs did feast!”
the last little pig said with a squeal.

Red Riding Hood laughed with a great growl
and threw back her heavy long-robed cowl,
in a vast terrifying reveal.

For she was really the wolf Big Bad
hidden beneath the cape that he had
stolen from Red Riding Hood at point.

“And now I’ve caught you too my pretty
and surely t’wouldn’t be a pity
if I gobbled you up in this joint.”

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T’was then the wee pig leapt to his feet
And cried, “Big Bad Wolf, I shall defeat,
for I am no ordinary swine!”

The little pig also wore sheep’s clothes
spun in spells every woodland witch knows;
Old Granny herself was quite divine.

“Now give me back my granddaughter’s cape,
before I grab you by your ruffed nape
and send you pig-squealing down the road…”

The wolf dropped the cape and ran, that cur,
but Granny was swifter and hexed his fur
and the wolf she turned into a toad.

Thus the moral of this story goes,
when in the woods, no one really knows
what sheepish sheep’s clothing is a ruse
that big bad wolves and old witches use.

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So this is actually an intro to my next AI art journey with NightCafe which developed from me not getting the results I wanted (Little Red Riding Hood herself as a wolf). Here’s a preview with Eric’s versions as he is much more literal in his prompting than I am, but where’s the fun in that? 😉

Prompts (from left to right) in Dark Fantasy style, executed Aug. 1, 2023:

Bipedal wolf in Red Riding Hood’s cloak

Bipedal wolf in Red Riding Hood’s cloak close up portrait

Bipedal wolf in red cloak close up portrait

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.

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