In The Shadows

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Beware that dark alleyway; you never know what might be lurking.

Submitted: July 03, 2017

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In The Shadows.

Her nest is there, hidden away in the shadows. The darkest spot where even on the sunniest day no light penetrates into the blackness. No one has seen her. Nobody knows that she is there. It is rare for anyone to venture along this alley in the daytime, but during the night hours there are those who risk it. Those that drunkenly get lost, perhaps, or those that are late and looking for a short cut home. They’ve picked the wrong street for this is nothing but a short cut to hell.

She sleeps during daytime, occasionally stirring to have a bite from a snack she has stored in her lair. A creature of the night, no matter how much she might consume in her half-awake state she invariably wakes up famished. She has no sympathy, no compassion; nothing but an insatiable hunger that can never be fully quenched.

Those who venture there alone become her targets. She will reach out and grab, her movements so quick it will be like being struck by an invisible force.The unwary soul will find themselves paralysed, unable to move or to utter a sound. Her venom is strong, acting instantly. Then she’ll spin for them a silken cocoon, wrapping them tightly, securely,placing her catch safely in her nest for later. The hunting time is too precious for her to give in to her hunger before dawn.

She never leaves a scrap. Not a bone, not a hair or a piece of clothing. She devours them slowly, savouring each tiny morsel. She is not a picky eater; every part of her human feast is as tasty to her as any other. She will suck and slurp, chew and swallow time after time until every single particle has been consumed.

To call her a spider would be to do her an injustice. Her body is four feet in diameter, her legs long enough to reach right across to the far side of the cobbled street. During the day she huddles down in her nest, seeming to be nothing more than a patch of blackness. Nobody has ever seen her and lived to tell the tale. Approach her lair at your own risk – you are unlikely to survive.


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