by Patrece ~
A close encounter with arachnophobia.
|The shimmering spider webs stretched out across the sun drenched entrance to the ancient cabin, like a giant, yet intricate netting, woven to prevent the intrusion of external entities. Off to the left side of the doorway, I noticed the funnel-like structure of the arachnoids entryway to its inner dwelling place.|
Involuntary shudders coursed through me like tiny, tingling shockwaves. My skin crawling from the sensation of goose bumps arising upon it. I crossed my arms over my torso, each hand rubbing the opposite limb rapidly to quell the chill. I stood about five feet from the intertwined mass, unable to propel myself any closer.
I couldn’t imagine how long the spider must have labored at its project. As I focused harder, I observed hundreds of mobile black specks upon the webbing. I slowly stepped backward, keeping my sights on the animated mesh. At any moment, I expected to see a gigantic arthropod springing at me in defense of her spiderlings.
Perhaps, one day soon when Jack has some spare time, I can return here with him. But until that day, I will have to engage my imagination if I want to view my inheritance. Or, then again, maybe not.