Chapter One | Spider on the wall

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"I hear it again, Billy..."

Bill could hear it too. He just ignored it. He hated that noise. He heard it every day and night. The scuttling noise followed him all over the place. Bill hadn't seen what the source of the noise was, but he knew it was alive and breathing. It slept upstairs, just above him.

Bill slept inside of a bathtub, since there wasn't much bedrooms in the neibolt house. Usually the tub was filled to the brim with dirty and murky water (since that was what came out of the tap). Sleeping with water in the tub was much more comfy. Plus, if the water was hot enough, you would be warm as you slept.

Bill looked up at Georgie's face. It was rotten and deformed. There were holes all over him, which slightly disturbed bill due to his trypophobia.

"Just ignore it," said bill, sharp teeth poking into his tongue as he spoke. They were in the living room at the time and the scampering noises came from the roof.

This is what he always told Georgie. Georgie would usually listen to Bill and continue to mind his business. Bill could never ignore the noise, though. It was constant. It almost seemed like it never ended.

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Bill had just been sleeping in his tub, warm water soaking his body. Now he was looked up at the ceiling, keeping his eyes on the spider on the roof. It wasn't a normal spider, though. It was some sort of hybrid of a human and a spider. It was Stan.

Stan kept his wide eyes on Bills. His face was rotten and green, his teeth stained with age. Large spider legs sprouted from his head, and, from what Bill could see, Stan was just... A head. Bill examined the thing on the roof, looking at every inch of it. This is what happened to Stan? Dear god.

The spider Stan shifted and hissed at Bill quickly. Then he ran across the roof onto the floor and grabbed a pair of thread and needles that were keying there. Bill used the thread and needle to stitch up Richie's mouth.

What was Stan going to do with it?

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Bill couldn't help but think of the spider he saw a few nights ago. The scuttling could be heard and Bill wondered if he would see the boy again. The scampering didn't sound like it was in his room, though.

Bill got out of his bathtub and decided to go upstairs and listen. He wanted to figure out what Stan was doing. Bill was a curious boy.

He walked up the stares cautiously in case anyone would hear any of its creaks and in case he would fall through the floor. Once he reached the top he walked over to the room just above him. Stan lived there.

Bill reached his destination. He placed an ear to the wall, listening closely. He could hear the noises much more clearly now. Bill then heard a faint grunt and creak. It sounded like a door was being opened. Then there was a pause and suddenly there was a loud thump. There was a clinking sound.

"Ow, shit."

Bill now knew that this Stan could talk. But what was painful? Bill decided to look through a tiny hole in the door. He only saw pitch black. He shifted so he could see a bit more of the room.

No one was in there.

Bill was confused. Where was the spider? He shifted some more until he was in an uncomfortable position.

Suddenly two plain white eyes and green coloured skin was all bill could see in through the hole. "Fuck!" He thought. The spider knew of bill's presents now. Bill shot off back down the stairs and into his room.

That was weird.

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Stan had been alerted by the sight of bill's presents. He hadn't expected it before. Stan stood there, thinking. After a moment he went back to his work. It needed to be finished. He opened the fridge door and pulled out his his leg. His human leg. When setting it in the right place he started to stitch his let into place. His had already done this with his torso and arms. Blood poured out of Stan's leg we he tried his best not to scream. He pushed the needle through the skin and then pulled it back out again. Tears fell from Stan's eyes as the pain increased. He continued to stitch his leg onto his torso.

Of course he had to do this without his clothes on since clothes would get in the way, so he was grateful as fuck that he hid around the corner when bill came.

Stan stitched the last bit up, sighing in relief as he cut thread. It was an extremely strong thread so it was hard to cut with the near broken sciccors. Blood trickled down his legs onto the floor. His neck and arms were bleeding onto the floor too, causing him to lay in a puddle of blood. Stan didn't care though. He shook his leg a little bit and massaged it. It had been cramped in that fridge for so long. Now he only had the last let to do.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 31, 2020 ⏰

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