A Silhouette and Maybe More

Incy Wincy Spider

I munched away at the packet of crips he gave me, bit by bit I put one of many broken pieces of the snack in my mouth, chewed and swallowed blankly staring at the spider that remained on the wall opposite me. I don't normally hate spiders, but this one I couldn't ignore, I never took my eyes off the multiple long-legged creature that spine-chillingly crept its way up the wall. It was possibly the size of my hand but there was no way I was going to compare to see the difference. Not only was its size that was impeccable, but also its speed. I tried to squish it somehow with the broken piece of glass that lay next to the lamp, it scurried away before I could even make an attempt to get close.

The night was approaching fast and there was no way in hell I was sleeping with this spider in the room, I had to either get rid of it or kill it and to be honest, I'd rather kill it so I know it will definitely won't come back. I plucked up the courage and took ahold of the piece of glass again and edged closer to it from behind. You'd think that because a spider isn't facing you it can't see you, but I was so wrong to think that. I took a swing at it and it scurried away making the piece of glass smash against the wall, my only hope, gone. I'll miss you.

This spider was really getting on my case and I had to get rid of it before I went to sleep and that's something I really wanted right now. Nothing else in the room was capable of trapping or lifting a spider so my only option was to use my hands. The spider was now on the floor moving in any direction it pleased. I needed to get comfortable with the spider, overcome my fears, be brave and stop being pathetic. Firstly, I placed my hand - with my palm facing upwards - beside the spider. Leg by leg it made it's way up onto my hand and I did not like the feeling, it gave me goosebumps. I squealed one of those squeals that you would question yourself as to how you could ever scream as high-pitched as that. My muscles tensed up of the feeling of this spider crawling about my hand. I couldn't take it any more I had to get this thing away from me so I shook my hand and vigorously as I could making the spider fall onto it's back, overturning and sprinting to the opposite side of the room. I whimpered rubbing my hand making shivers go down my spine remembering the feeling of it. Before I knew it, I was back to square one; sitting at the opposite side of the room watching it's every move.

Footsteps could be heard approaching and my heart raced quicker than when I was holding the spider in my hand, he was coming again. It took him less than a couple of seconds to unlock and open the door and loudly slam it behind him. He must've heard me scream.

"What are you doing?" He demanded in a tyrannical way. I didn't speak (mainly because I was too scared to) only answered his question by pointing at the big black spider at the opposite end of the room. He followed my finger and saw that thing sitting there beside him. He huffed and scoffed and bent down, grabbed it with one hand holding it in his grasp. He played with it, letting it run around his hand which I didn't know how he could bare such a feeling. He peered over me to see my terrified face focusing on nothing but this spider, then an idea popped into his mind. His smirk got wider the closer he came. I pushed myself back against the wall as much as I could and shook my head over and over and over again, begging him to stop this torture-like teasing.

"No..." I winced genuinely terrified. He stopped right in front of me with his hand held outstretched and inches away from face.

"You scared?" He bluntly asked smirking. Well yes? Why else would I be pushing myself away from the spider, and you. My heart rate increased, my breaths were slow and shaky out of fear. He kept bringing it closer to my face teasing me every time he pretended to open up his hand as I whimpered. He was obviously enjoying the fact that I was utterly terrified. I didn't want to look at him any more. He was so unpredictable every time he would enter this room. I tucked my head into my knees and curled myself up into a ball. I had this idea that he was addicted to being formidable - a control freak.

The next thing I heard was the window opening and closing again shortly after, I released myself from my turtle shell and looked up at him wondering what he'd done. I watched him rub his hands that were spider-free. He'd gotten rid of the spider...for me. He peered down at me for a millisecond and looked as though he felt sympathy for me, as evil and wicked as he is, there was still some kindness left in his cold hearted body. 'Don't judge a book by its cover' was the only thing that came to mind when I looked at him. I didn't know him well, in fact, I didn't know him at all, I don't even know his name. I still wondered if he kept me here for a reason, because at first he was going to kill me but he spared my life and took me here, what was he doing while I was trapped in here? There's not much to do around this old and isolated farm house, so why so mysterious?