Later that day, it began to rain. I brought my son indoors and he decided to play with his trains in the living-room, between the coffee table and the fireplace. I sat on the couch on the opposite side of the coffee table from him. After a bit i suppose i... dosed off. I'm hesitant to say that because i don't know if i actually slept. Every time i closed my eyes i opened them to see my kid in the floor and a towering black figure next to him. But when i tried to turn my attention to it, it would vanish. Eventually i closed my eyes just to open them to my kid looking up, talking to someone. I couldn't tell what the conversation was about from his side. All i heard was various one word answers such as 'yes', 'no', 'i guess', etc. The only thing he said other than that was "No, I love my Mommy and Daddy. I don't know what i would do if they were gone." That startled me. I jumped up and asked who he was talking to but he just looked up, grinned, nodded, then said "hehe no one, dad" I didn't really know what to do from then on. It had to be him just playing with a made up character from his cartoons, right? There's no way its not. "I'm just being paranoid for nothing" I thought to myself. Then his mother came home. He ran and hugged her legs yelling "mommy you're home!" As he usually does. He always misses her, but then again he misses anyone whenever we leave for however long we do. I greeted my wife with a hug and kiss, and she went upstairs to change and relax for the rest of the night. I started getting dinner ready. My son played with his toys on the floor and my wife watched television in the living-room. Eventually he started counting. "10, 9, 8, 7...." my wife thought it was cute. "What are you counting for, munchkin?" She asked him. "I'm playing hide and seek with Spencer, Mommy!" We just assumed that's his imaginary friend and left it at that. Hearing his name brought me comfort. I actually laughed at myself a bit, how could i be so paranoid? Its just his imagination, that's all. The rest of the night went smoothly. I tucked my son into bed, and came to sleep with my loving wife. We turned off the lights, got comfortable, and slept peacefully. That is.... until the lightning struck. It woke me up and brief light filled the room. I could have sworn i saw something in the corner...
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The Spider and The Fly
HorrorWhen a father hears about his sons new mysterious imaginary friend, things tend to get a bit freaky. This story ensures a gory tale about a young fly meeting a ruthless and hungry spider, willing to do whatever it takes to get his next meal.