I’m sorry it’s been a while since I’ve posted; life happens and I got caught up in a lot of things. But without further ado, here is part of my short story, Araneae! Please note, click on the highlights to read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 of Araneae:
“Amber began walking down the surprisingly well-defined path, her backpack a comfortable weight on her back.
She looked up at the sky, realizing that it was later than she thought. She glanced at her watch; it was 7:30. It was getting dark fast, as if the day couldn’t wait long enough to give in. She frowned and continued on. She hoped that Jen would be all right driving at night.
It finally came to a point that Amber felt she should sit down and rest for a minute or so. Taking off her backpack and leaning against a tree, she thought about the future of tomorrow, and all the deer she would kill and eventually eat. She loved hunting, and had so ever since her father had taken her camping when she was younger. He was gone now, dead in a hole in the ground, and yet she continued hunting without him. She thought that she continued to do so in small part to keep his memory alive, and this fact was really the only type of sentiment she would admit that she had.
After several minutes thinking about these things, Amber stood up, stretched, placed on her backpack, and picked up her gun. She was about to leave when suddenly she saw a great hole in the ground up ahead, a hole only a few feet from where she had been sitting.
What the fuck?
She walked closer to the hole, and looked down inside. It was ten feet by ten feet, and went down deep. It was so deep that Amber could only see inky darkness inside. It was lined with Queen Anne’s Lace, the long green stems topped with delicate white flowers with even more delicate white petals. Some of the flowers had a red spot in the middle, a spot that for some reason reminded Amber of blood. The entire perimeter of the hole was lined with the pretty weed. If it hadn’t been for a few gaps between the flowers, Amber doubted that she would have seen the hole at all. Its existence scared her, and it suddenly seemed as if a creepy little bug was slithering around her mind.
What is a hole this size doing here?
She shook her head violently to get rid of the fear, though it wouldn’t leave. The hole felt like an omen.
Maybe Jen was right. Maybe coming here was a bad idea.
Amber suddenly made a decision. At this point, Jen would not be very far away. If Amber called her now and tell her to come back, Jen would do so without hesitation. In fact, Jen would probably laugh at her for getting scared shitless of a hole in the ground—
That was when she first heard the leaves ruffling. Something was moving through them. At first Amber thought it was an animal, a squirrel perhaps. But the ruffling was slow, deliberate, human. Another person was there, and had found her. And it was Caprice Blackwell.
Amber turned to her right, to see a woman standing before her. The woman was tall and voluptuous, with shapely curves. Her hair was black and curly, and shoulder length. She was wearing a very long, loose-fitting, expensive-looking black maxi dress. But what Amber noticed the most were the woman’s eyes. They were a weird type of blue, light and bright at the same time, like the surface of a pool. They entrapped Amber, and she fell into them; she couldn’t stop looking at those eyes. There was something magical about them, as if they belonged to something, someone—
The woman started to scream. Her face contorted into a grotesque puzzle of pain, Her screams tore into Amber’s body like a thousand daggers. The spell she had over Amber broke, and Amber started to run, almost instinctively. Behind her, she heard the screams turn into some type of inhuman, animalistic cries. And then she heard the most terrifying thing of all— the sound of many heavy, thudding footsteps. Something was after her.
And that was when she saw it.
It ran in front of her, blocking her escape. It had to have been at least the size of an one story building, with many legs, and two sections of its body. On the front part of its body were many black orbs, which Amber assumed in the half second that she had, were eyes. Two black, shiny fangs adorned the mouth, but for some reason the thing about this…thing…that was the most terrifying was its color. It was a vivid, cobalt blue, almost the same as the color of the woman’s eyes.
This…this is the same woman I saw! No!
But this was all Amber thought before lifting up her gun. She was about to shoot, the rifle’s back against her shoulder, when the monster suddenly grabbed her.
“No!” she screamed as the monster grabbed her with the two leg-like things on its front, the claws at the end digging into her back. It then swung down with its fangs, and bit her straight in the right shoulder. Out of the wound came blood which splattered onto Amber’s face. She screamed, and could somehow feel something fluid being injected into her blood, almost as if the red liquid had gain feeling.
I can’t end like this!
Her gun was pressed vertically between her and the monster; her hand was still on it. She grabbed the trigger and pulled it twice.
The monster loosened its grip on her, and she pulled out of its reach, its claws tearing her shirt as she did so. It then stood up on its rear legs, its body almost entirely vertical. It seemed that it was preparing to attack her again. But Amber wasn’t about to let that happened. She aimed and fired twice more, both times hitting the upper part of the body. It went down then, landing on its many legs. Amber swore she heard a bone crack in two. But she didn’t wait around much longer. She ran around the monster, ran as fast as she could, back to the hole in the fence.“