This choice: Go into the bathroom and hid to rest from your near death • Go Back...Chapter #10Into The Bathroom, Into More Danger by: Brute   You are in the middle of the open doorway to the bathroom and your nerves won’t settle down. Your knees are feeling weak and your hard won’t stop racing, you turn and head into the bathroom. You know where you can go, behind the toilet; there you can rest…that is all that is on your mind.
Because once you cross over into the bathroom there is no carpet it is easy to run along the wall towards that building sized white seat. You aren’t running but neither are you walking as you move like a wounded animal. Your limbs feel so tired. Your head flashes back to all that has happened, being so small and your mom carrying you in the laundry, being on Kelly’s bread then being smothered by her boobs, and your mom again folding you into the laundry like you were nothing. You were right there so close to both of them and they never even noticed you…they could have killed you several times over and no one would have noticed. Just now your pet was going to eat you if not for your little sister and she didn’t even know she was saving your life.
You finally make it to the side of the toilet. You fall against the cold white wall and fall to your knees and then rest your forehead against the smooth cold surface. Finally, safe.
For some reason, maybe it was intuition or just luck, you can’t know but you open your eyes and look to your left, towards the back of the toilet. There are grey strands attached to the ground not too far from you. Your eyes trace the threadlike strands up to more threads and more till they all come together to form a pattern. And resting in that pattern is a big brown ball with a bunch of legs coming from it. Eight legs.
Tired, you are not tired. So much adrenalin shoots through you that tired doesn’t exist. You are off your knees and are sprinting so fast in the opposite direction you are over 45 meters before you know what you were doing. You stop in the middle of the white floor and turn around. The spider, who knows what kind rests in its web and hasn’t moved. Good, good, you tell yourself, just stay there…OH CRAP your internal alarms sound off the monster is moving. Slowly it comes down its web and touches down on the ground. And it slowly turns toward you and one leg after another is moves towards you. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN you want to scream but you can’t. You just run.
You make a B-line for the sink, for no real reason but it was directly behind you. You run head first into the wood wall and are knocked on your butt. From the prone position you turn around, the monster is still coming to eat you. Your memory flashes to what you and everyone knows about spider movies, they bite you and they feed you too their little spiders while you’re still alive. In your horror you don’t even realize you hit a wall. You just get back up and run. You run along the wall till you see it. The animal part of your mind, that part we all share with the reptiles or something that compels you to find safety in small confined spaces that are hard to get into you see one and it tells you to go for it.
You run along the wall and there it is a small break in the grouting at the base of the bottom cabinet under the sink. It looks just barely big enough for you to fit. You turn around, big mistake, it is even closer. You dive to your knees and move more of the rubbery sealant away to make room and your blood is pumping even more. “OH!” you cut yourself on something sharp inside the whole. For what seems like forever you get it white enough and in you go. It is too hard to dive but you do squeeze yourself in, you can feel your body being scratched as you compress yourself into the tight space. It is dark and you and small you can’t turn your head. Your forced looking out to the light and keep pushing into who knows what. You just want to get back as far as possible. “OH!” Damn, something stuck you. You are as far as you can get in, you feel a solid object behind you and it won’t move and you can’t turn to see what it is. To your horror you can see the ends of these eight thin legs and sharp claws come into your view. And at one end a set of bulbuls black eyes lower and stare right into your little dark hole…your grave if it can get in here.
It tries to stick a claw in but you are just out of its reach, oh thank God. You can almost cry and gasp in a tight breath. You are happy and terrified at what is in front of you, but at the same time you could pea you are so happy to be alive, even if you are stuck in a cave or what ever. Oh again pain stabs you in the side.
There is something on your other side other than the wall or what ever. You feel for it with your right side and at the same time keep your left arm and leg as tucked in as far as you can away from that swapping claw. What ever it is that is poking you, it is cold, smooth and movable. For no other reason to see this thing and keep your mind off of what is outside you use your right side to maneuver this thing under your stomach. OH, you don’t yell out but the thing just scratched your already tender and bruised body. You try lifting your stomach up but sucking in your breath but there isn’t any room to maneuver. Eventually you are able to slide enough of what this thing is under you till your left hand and grab it and pull it up to where you can see it. A point, a spear? No, it is a needle like when you sow stuff. A viscous idea come to you and moving it in front of you; you angle the sharp end towards the spider’s big eyes and plunge is forward. A sickening scream can be heard and you hold on that mettle spear as it is almost jerked from your finger tips.
Then before you can celebrate your successful counter attack BOOM, BOOM, SCRUNCH, SCRUNCH, can be heard and felt through the tile floor. Then the SQEEK of the door shutting. Some one has come into the bathroom. You can’t maneuver your head and that spider is still out there oozing from a socket where an eyes had been. You grip your weapon gain. Can’t worry about that now, first the monster… | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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