Do the Creep

  My best friend Ashley came over today to bounce ideas off me for a paper she's writing.  Here she is...

She was the Maid of Honor at my wedding...

Yeah.  She didn't do a very good job ;)
Before we worked on the paper, we went to ALDI because we both needed groceries.  They had these great looking pork chops, and Ash showed me how to cook them.  They were so good!  We ended up having pork chops, mashed potatoes, and caesar salad.  I got all of this for under $10!  How sweet is that?

But anyway, Ashley's paper.  She's an English major in her final semester of college.  She is having to write a huge paper before she can graduate.  She's decent awesome with the technical stuff, but with the creativity?  Not so much.  That's where I step in.  We are an awesome team, and to be honest, all of the papers we both wrote in college were co-wrote edited by the other.

She decided to write her paper on the short story, "The Yellow Wallpaper," by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.  Never heard of it?  Neither had I.  I read a lot, so that's saying something.  It is such a good story!  If you want to read it (which you do,) click on this link
Then, return here to discuss.

Can you believe how good that was?  Super awesome, right?
For those of you slackers who didn't read it, here's the quick and dirty version:
First of all, this was written in 1899, so when you're picturing it in your head, make sure everyone has on long dresses and handlebar mustaches ;)
This woman and her husband move into a rental house.  Her husband is a doctor and has diagnosed her with a nervous condition (which is really post-partum depression), so they moved into the house so she can have fresh air and whatnot.  They take the room at the top of the house (which used to be a nursery) as their bedroom.  The room has this horrible yellow wallpaper covering every bit of the walls.  Her husband has told her to basically sit in the room and do nothing.  She isn't even supposed to write, which she enjoys, and someone else is taking care of her baby.  She slowly starts having a mental breakdown which has her studying the wallpaper incessantly.  Apparently it's really interesting wallpaper.  After a while, she starts to see a woman in the wallpaper, and eventually she sees the woman creeping around outside.  She becomes obsessed with freeing the woman from the wallpaper.  This whole time, her clueless husband thinks she's getting better.  But no, she's only crazy behind closed doors.  Right before they move out of the house, she decides to rip all of the wallpaper off the walls so her husband can't put her in the wallpaper (by now, she's gone so far off the deep end, she thinks she is the woman from the wallpaper).  Her husband comes to collect her and sees her "creeping" around the room rubbing her shoulder in the wall.  He faints like a little girl, and she continues creeping around the room, crawling over him as she goes.  This is how it ends.  "Creepy," right?
This is the stuff that good horror movies are made of.  I bet you're sorry you didn't go read it now, aren't you?  I thought so.
Ashley and I were talking about the woman creeping while we were in the car today.  I imagined the woman army crawling on her stomach with one arm laying against her side, rubbing her shoulder in the wall, and pulling herself with her free arm.  Ashley imagined her squatting on the floor, slowly moving forward while pulling herself forward with the arm rubbing the wall.  Either way is pretty freaking scary.
This is how artist Jonathan Sutton creeps:

The Yellow Wallpaper I:  I Always Lock the Door When I Creep by Daylight

The Yellow Wallpaper II:  I Quite Enjoy the Room Now It is Bare Again
If you notice in the second one, she's in a straightjacket :S

Here's how The Lonely Island does the creep:

How do you do the creep?