First Line Friday: September 14th, 2018

I forgot it was Dylan’s challenge this week. Sorry Dylan, I’m a bit late going through my reader today.
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Spider silk clung at the doors, over the windows, across everything she had left behind. 

She had run screaming from the nightmare, but now she was back.
How had the house deteriorated so much in such a short time? It was a ruin of its former glory as if years had passed, not days.
The webs were thick with dust…………. and something else.
She shivered.
The strands began to vibrate, and a deep hypnotic humming invaded her ears.
She took a step back and saw an army of arachnids approaching the house. There were thousands of them, coming home to spin and weave their webs of destruction.
She recognised their leader, the biggest, blackest and hairiest of them all.
His red eyes caught her like a rabbit in a headlight and she was temporarily immobilized.
The only way out of their path was through the house, into the sticky fibres and pulsating sacs of spiderlings about to burst forth.
She charged through the doorway and into the web, flailing her arms in front of her, cutting, slicing and punching with her fists. She stumbled, and the Beast was upon her, spinning a cocoon from which there was no escape.
She screamed, frantic as she kicked and tore at her bonds as bright lights bore down upon her, blinding her as she struggled.

The sheets were soaked as her mother cradled her to her chest, calming her with soothing words. Both parents were anxious as the nightmares were becoming more frequent, and her childhood fear taking a permanent hold.
As she lay back with her mother holding her hand until she fell asleep, both failed to see the spider in the corner of the room in the shadows, its red eyes glaring down on the sleeping child below.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to First Line Friday: September 14th, 2018

  1. Awesome writing! I love your take on this prompt. Great story!

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