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Trigger Warnings:
horror, spiders, mild gore, naughty words
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Just as I had enveloped myself in a fantasy world, a shrill bark echoed from the living room. I sighed, placed by book down, and begrudgingly got out of bed. Bella barked again. She did that often, being some kind of Chihuahua-mix breed notorious for senseless yapping. It was probably one of the other tenants moving around their apartment, yet Bella felt necessary to alert the National Guard. By the time I found her in the living room, she was producing a steady rhythm of yaps. This wouldn’t help the noise complaint case filed against me already.
“Bella, be quiet!” I firmly told the quivering dog. She ceased and looked up at me with what felt like a concern in her eyes. Her gaze quickly returned to the reason for her barking.
Upon seeing it, I involuntarily screamed. Since moving to Arizona, I had seen some nasty-looking spiders, but this thing… it was the biggest, hairiest, meanest looking spider I had ever seen. How could such a large spider get into my apartment? I had screens on all my doors and windows. It must have snuck in with fruit or vegetables I’d bought. But it would have been hard to miss. Its body pieces were clearly defined, with the abdomen being the size of my fist. The long reddish-brown hair covering it had sparse patches revealing its pitch-black body. It sat right there in the corner of my ceiling, twitching its abnormally long legs. Jesus, the limbs on this thing were so long they looked to have extra joints.
The spider was not fazed by my scream, nor Bella’s now-continuing bark. Its mass of eyes twitched around. I could’ve sworn it was looking right at me. Fat, obsidian fangs hungrily clicked together. Oh god, its fangs were so big I could hear them
Shaking the petrification of fear, I spirited Bella into my bedroom and shut her in. I needed to deal with this spider. It would probably move quickly, I reckoned, and Bella might get in the way. I had tripped over her too many times to risk that mistake. Once in the room, she stopped barking. A low, concerned whine now filled my ears. I shushed her, to some avail, and returned to face my foe.
There it was, waiting for me. It moved slightly down from the corner, clicking its gigantic feet along the wall slowly. I kept my eye on it as I made my way to the coffee table. I pulled about ten pieces of tissue from the Kleenex box I kept there. Maybe I was wasting tissues, but I did NOT want this thing’s guts to touch me. I had no particular phobia of spiders, but the idea of touching anything on this one sent shivers down my spine.
Cautiously, I approached the beast. As I closed in on it, I noticed each of its many eyes had even more red pupils. Its front legs raised in defense as I drew nearer. It had a thick string of silk flowing from its spinnerets, trailing up to the ceiling. My eyes traced, in horror, as I saw it had made webs all over my ceiling. Not just in the living room, but in the kitchen, and almost into the hallway. An unnatural tapestry of twisted patterns now covered my ceiling and all the lights hanging from it.
This wasn’t a normal web. This one had… intent to it. Malicious intent. Its patterns felt angry, violent, and malevolent in nature. Twisted symbols, images of skeletons from all kinds of animals that had been broken and misplaced back together in unnatural formations… was this a sick joke? Was I having a nightmare?
Heart pounding, I looked back at the spider. It was still in its place, halfway down the corner of two walls. Within my reach. This was it. I needed to kill this ******** thing.
I let out a primal war-cry and pounded my Kleenex-padded palm onto the spider. A disgusting, gooey, semi-solid crrrunch could be heard. Its body popped hard enough to be felt through all those tissues. I instantly began to sweat when I felt its legs twitching underneath. I pressed harder into the corner, producing more disgusting wet crackling noises. I spent a solid five minutes grinding that b*****d in between those walls and my hand.
When I finally felt satisfied, I pulled my hand back, still holding the tissues. They were now covered in a thick, yellowish goop. Bits of legs and hairs were present as well. The same mess was also now dripping down the corner, where the spider had once been. A huge sigh of relief left my body. It felt like I could finally breathe again.
Well, for a while. After hastily cleaning the dead spider mess, I had to address the webs. Every time I looked at them, I felt sick to my stomach. I got dizzy, my mouth filled with saliva, and I felt like throwing up. It was a sickly, heavy feeling that weighed my whole body down.
Noise complaint be damned. I didn’t care how late it was at this point, I needed to vacuum away this unnatural abomination. I had never vacuumed so thoroughly, or for such a long period of time, as I did that night. I had to take constant breaks, because quite frankly being near the webs made me feel like s**t stepped in twice.
I was so focused on cleaning those cobwebs that I didn’t notice the sun had risen. It was already 9, so I called in sick to work that day. I was certain I had cleaned all of the mess up, but I didn’t sleep. After an anxious call with my boss, I went to tend to Bella.
When I opened the door, her hackles immediately raised and she snarled at me.
“Bella? Baby, calm down, it’s mommy!”
No amount of cooing was going to settle her down. I tried to reach out, but she snapped at me. Bella had never snapped at me before. I backed away, telling her that she was okay.
When she had the space, Bella ran past me, darting directly for the front door.
Maybe, I thought, she really needed to go to the bathroom. She had been locked in my room all night, after all. I approached to open the door for her, but she growled more at me. Once the door was open, she was gone.
That was two weeks ago.
Bella never came back. I put posters up, called shelters, but never heard a damn thing again. I like to think that some lonely person found her and is taking good care of her. I know it’s probably not true. Sometimes, we have to pretend to ourselves, in order to cope.
I’ve been doing a lot of pretending since that night.
I can’t shake the feeling of creepy-crawlies. You know, when it feels like tiny legs are scurrying over every inch of your body, every second of your life? I’ve scratched parts beyond the point of bloody. I dig chunks of meat out, but it doesn’t stop—I can feel them crawling on my raw flesh, deep down on the inside.
The worst part is my scalp. I can’t stop. Every time I put my hands down, I feel those legs weaving through my bare scalp. I ripped all my hair out trying to alleviate it. That did nothing. Even my raw scalp itches. Even when I sleep, I can feel it. I don’t sleep much now.
Just today, I started to vomit… regularly. Like the crawling on my skin, the urge to expel my guts will not leave me. I don’t even think its regular vomit or even bile. It’s thick, like a climbing rope, with a slimy mucus coating. I couldn’t stop choking it up. In a panic, I grabbed scissors and snipped through the stuff. It was surprisingly hard to cut through and took several tries. But it doesn’t stop. I keep having to cut it off.
I did figure something out, though. The sensation of crawling actually stops while that nasty gunk is coming out of my body.
I’m producing the slimy rope more often, and for longer periods of time. It hurts—my whole body aches from the heaving, and I’m completely unable to eat—but it stops the crawling. It’s disgusting, but maybe I can come up with a use for this substance. Hell, people washed clothing in piss for thousands of years, right?
Anything to relieve that hellish skittering sensation on my flesh.
Maybe I could weave patterns with it.
 Mominatryx · Fri Feb 07, 2020 @ 01:25am · 0 Comments |
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