Arachnophobia~ a short horror story // minor blood
Apr 29, 2017 21:22:35 GMT -5
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Apr 29, 2017 21:22:35 GMT -5
A good horror story is always best when read in the dark, alone.
I don't normally share things like this, but I feel it's necessary. This is the most frightening thing that's ever happened to me.
It started off like any other day when I got up to go to work. I took a quick shower, got dressed, and brushed my teeth. As usual, my adorable little tabby cat, Marley, sat on the sink counter the whole time. After I made a quick breakfast of jelly toast, I headed to the door. Like routine, my hand hand was just about to grip the doorknob so I could exit the house when I happened to look down at it. Right there on the doorknob was the biggest spider I'd ever seen in my life. It had to be bigger than a quarter, and it was all black and hairy.
Now, being the manly 24 year old I am, I screamed at the top of my lungs and jumped back. This startled Marley, but I didn't have time to worry about that. My hand had almost grabbed this monster on the door!
Not wanting to be late for work again, I grabbed the nearest object around to kill the thing. After rolling up the National Geographic magazine on my side table, I gave that spider a good swat.
It landed on the floor to which I promptly stomped on it. Thankfully, my floor is hardwood so there weren't any spider guts imbedded in my carpet.
Anyway, the remains were soon disposed of with a paper towel and trash can. And soon my work day began, being as boring and tedious as ever.
What I did when I finally came home isn't all that important, but the terrifying stuff happened after I went to bed. I ended up waking up at around 3:50 in the morning, which is pretty odd considering I'm typically a heavy sleeper and never wake up in the middle of the night unless it's an emergency. Even Marley never wakes me up.
The room was dark with the only light being from the moonlight which seeped through the cracks in my blinds. Thinking that Marley may have wanted something, I glanced around for him but didn't see him anywhere. He usually sleeps on my bed with me, but I couldn't even find him in the room.
Okay, so maybe it was my body telling my brain I had to go to the bathroom? Figuring that was the case, the blankets got tossed to the side, and my legs swung over the side of the bed. But that's when a primal instinct kicked in and told me not to get up, not to move anymore.
My hair stood on end, and a sinking dread filled my stomach. Slowly, I scanned the room with my eyes now that they were a bit more adjusted to the low light. And I noticed a tall, black figure standing in the far corner of my room with some white near the top. It...it was hunched over but still reaching the ceiling...
I swear my heart stopped beating when I saw that thing. All I could hear was blood roaring in my ears as I watched the figure step closer to me. I tried to run, but my muscles refused to move no matter how much I willed them to.
The thing was standing over me in seconds. Then, ice cold, impossibly long fingers wrapped around my throat. I tried to struggle, but more hands held down my arms and legs with one more coming up to shush me. This thing that was inside my bedroom had a death grip on me with six arms!
I tried to struggle, but it was no use. Soon, I felt myself be lifted up and then pressed against the wall forcefully. I...I started to cry while simultaneously gasping for breath that didn't come.
The thing, still standing over me, tilted its white head to the side. Its head looked like it was covered in bandages, with blood soaking through to make that red mark on black widow spiders.
The world started to get darker as it used the hand it shushed me with to pull a paper towel from behind it. The same one I'd cleaned the spider up with that morning. It shoved the spider entrails in my face as if to show me my mistake.
The worst thing happened next, if all of this wasn't already bad enough. It loosened its grip on my throat so I could breathe then threw the paper towel on the floor then reached up to its face and lifted a bandage. Dozens of tiny, black spiders started pouring out, and the rancid scent of rotting flesh assaulted my nose. My body instinctively started to cough and gag, but it also wanted to scream. Those spiders crawled down the things long arms and onto me. there little legs ran all across my body: my arms, legs, chest, and face. It wasn't long before they started to bite, sending small sting pains all over while this tall creature held me down and chuckled darkly.
The next thing I knew, it was morning, and I was lying in my bed. The alarm clock had woken me up, and Marley was sleeping on my bed like usual. I would have chalked that horrifying event to being only a morbid nightmare if it weren't for the hundreds of tiny, red, itching dots all over my body.
I don't want anyone else to go through what I did. I can barely sleep at night anymore, and anytime Marley isn't with me at night I'll start to have a panic attack. Listen, I think that thing was trying to tell me something. I think it was angry that I killed that spider on the doorknob. Guys, whatever you do, don't kill any spiders you find in your house, especially if you can just put them outside. I think that thing was merciful when it came to me, but I'm not so sure if it will be that way to anyone else. Just please...be careful.
I don't normally share things like this, but I feel it's necessary. This is the most frightening thing that's ever happened to me.
It started off like any other day when I got up to go to work. I took a quick shower, got dressed, and brushed my teeth. As usual, my adorable little tabby cat, Marley, sat on the sink counter the whole time. After I made a quick breakfast of jelly toast, I headed to the door. Like routine, my hand hand was just about to grip the doorknob so I could exit the house when I happened to look down at it. Right there on the doorknob was the biggest spider I'd ever seen in my life. It had to be bigger than a quarter, and it was all black and hairy.
Now, being the manly 24 year old I am, I screamed at the top of my lungs and jumped back. This startled Marley, but I didn't have time to worry about that. My hand had almost grabbed this monster on the door!
Not wanting to be late for work again, I grabbed the nearest object around to kill the thing. After rolling up the National Geographic magazine on my side table, I gave that spider a good swat.
It landed on the floor to which I promptly stomped on it. Thankfully, my floor is hardwood so there weren't any spider guts imbedded in my carpet.
Anyway, the remains were soon disposed of with a paper towel and trash can. And soon my work day began, being as boring and tedious as ever.
What I did when I finally came home isn't all that important, but the terrifying stuff happened after I went to bed. I ended up waking up at around 3:50 in the morning, which is pretty odd considering I'm typically a heavy sleeper and never wake up in the middle of the night unless it's an emergency. Even Marley never wakes me up.
The room was dark with the only light being from the moonlight which seeped through the cracks in my blinds. Thinking that Marley may have wanted something, I glanced around for him but didn't see him anywhere. He usually sleeps on my bed with me, but I couldn't even find him in the room.
Okay, so maybe it was my body telling my brain I had to go to the bathroom? Figuring that was the case, the blankets got tossed to the side, and my legs swung over the side of the bed. But that's when a primal instinct kicked in and told me not to get up, not to move anymore.
My hair stood on end, and a sinking dread filled my stomach. Slowly, I scanned the room with my eyes now that they were a bit more adjusted to the low light. And I noticed a tall, black figure standing in the far corner of my room with some white near the top. It...it was hunched over but still reaching the ceiling...
I swear my heart stopped beating when I saw that thing. All I could hear was blood roaring in my ears as I watched the figure step closer to me. I tried to run, but my muscles refused to move no matter how much I willed them to.
The thing was standing over me in seconds. Then, ice cold, impossibly long fingers wrapped around my throat. I tried to struggle, but more hands held down my arms and legs with one more coming up to shush me. This thing that was inside my bedroom had a death grip on me with six arms!
I tried to struggle, but it was no use. Soon, I felt myself be lifted up and then pressed against the wall forcefully. I...I started to cry while simultaneously gasping for breath that didn't come.
The thing, still standing over me, tilted its white head to the side. Its head looked like it was covered in bandages, with blood soaking through to make that red mark on black widow spiders.
The world started to get darker as it used the hand it shushed me with to pull a paper towel from behind it. The same one I'd cleaned the spider up with that morning. It shoved the spider entrails in my face as if to show me my mistake.
The worst thing happened next, if all of this wasn't already bad enough. It loosened its grip on my throat so I could breathe then threw the paper towel on the floor then reached up to its face and lifted a bandage. Dozens of tiny, black spiders started pouring out, and the rancid scent of rotting flesh assaulted my nose. My body instinctively started to cough and gag, but it also wanted to scream. Those spiders crawled down the things long arms and onto me. there little legs ran all across my body: my arms, legs, chest, and face. It wasn't long before they started to bite, sending small sting pains all over while this tall creature held me down and chuckled darkly.
The next thing I knew, it was morning, and I was lying in my bed. The alarm clock had woken me up, and Marley was sleeping on my bed like usual. I would have chalked that horrifying event to being only a morbid nightmare if it weren't for the hundreds of tiny, red, itching dots all over my body.
I don't want anyone else to go through what I did. I can barely sleep at night anymore, and anytime Marley isn't with me at night I'll start to have a panic attack. Listen, I think that thing was trying to tell me something. I think it was angry that I killed that spider on the doorknob. Guys, whatever you do, don't kill any spiders you find in your house, especially if you can just put them outside. I think that thing was merciful when it came to me, but I'm not so sure if it will be that way to anyone else. Just please...be careful.
Well, that and telling you not to kill spiders in your house.
