The Devil took Dianna

It was the same year as the year of the cats and the spiders. When we had to kill the kittens. It was a very strange time.
The house was infested with spiders. Big, black and hairy; they were all over and we couldn’t get rid of them. They hid away during the day and at night when we were sleeping they came out and walked around. It was terrifying going to bed when you knew that you would wake up in the middle of the night with them crawling over you.
You would try and put sleep off as much as possible, reading with the light on; making much noise in an attempt to keep them away. You would feel their presence just beyond where the light reached; you could feel their eyes on you, waiting for the darkness to come crawling out of their holes, their feet making a slight scratching noise on the floor. A slight tip-tap as they were running closer; intruding into your dreams and causing countless nightmares. Except this time it was real.