You know that chilling feeling you get when you wake in the middle of the night? |
He looms precariously above your head, swinging in the eerie silence. He floats upon the air, carried on your breaths back and forth back and forth... His sharp pincers open; a sharp, cold whisper drifts toward you, your eyelids slowly lift open and shut open and shut... "I love the confession game, tell me all your sins. I'll make all your dreams come true." You breathe in and out in and out... Your eyes scan the ceiling: you see his sinewy frame writhing, his legs groping up and down up and down... "Don't let this body deceive you, I'm more powerful than you could imagine." You shake your head, as your eyes widen back and forth back and forth... He drops to your chest with the softest grace. You feel his many legs walking left and right left and right... He stops by your ear a whisper fills your mind: "All your hopes and dreams hopes and dreams hopes and dreams..." "No," your chest lurches with the tension as his fangs pierce your neck. You gasp for breath, poison fills your veins as you bleed and die bleed and die... If a spider could smile, he surely did, as he wheezed a soft, harsh laugh. "Where is the real boundary between heaven and hell heaven and hell...?" |