My wife came home. The usual events took place, me and the boy greeted her, she greeted us and went to change, I started dinner, Bradley played with his toys and the television was playing tonight's news stories. There was a robbery at our local diner, I guess we wont go there anymore. "crazy world we live in" I thought, while stirring the spaghetti. Then I realized, that diner is just down the street. Its quite a ways down the miles long road, just outside the closest city. We live in a decent - sized, two story house built in the 1700's. Its a beautiful home that we bought for a steal. It had one bathroom and a creepy ass cellar that stayed locked at all times, but it was perfect aside from that. Basically built in the middle of the woods, a decent way from the noise of the city. It was our dream home. So, chances are no burglar is going to walk miles out to loot us. But of course, I wanted to stay safe. I kept a loaded shotgun in our bedroom closet at all times. The closet stayed locked constantly, and i check it every time i go in that room. I cant risk my boy getting in a hold of it and seriously hurting himself, or worse. By now the dinner is done and we're all ready to eat, but Jill still has yet to come downstairs. I started getting the table ready and Bradley decided to offer help. I of course said yes as i sat out three plates and silverware in front of three chairs. "perfect" I muttered. "But what about Spencer?" He asked. I was entirely too uncomfortable with this question. Aside from what I've seen lately, I still refuse to believe he's real. "Spencer doesn't need to eat this, buddy. He's allergic to people food. He told me himself!" i said to him "But he's so hungry, he tells me all the time! He wants to eat!" He retaliated. "son, Spencer isn't real. he doesn't need to eat. No more of this nonsense." I told him. I was sick of this. "Mihi aut te devorabuntur! That's what he always tells me! He whispers it at night when i dont feed him.... he needs meat, though. Usually i point out squirrels for him to hunt, but he says its not enough. He needs more, dad. Please let him eat with us!" At this point, I didnt know what to say. "Go ask your mother" i told him. I needed time to think. Looking back on it all.... christ... I shouldn't have sent him up there.
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The Spider and The Fly
TerrorWhen 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.
