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wouldn’t believe what washes down here. Have a look. Go ahead, I insist .”
    “The way Webb had said “insist” and the look he gave Sam, made Sam feel like a frightened child, so he complied.
    “Sam peered into the murky water. Bubbles were slowly rising from the bottom. He tried looking harder, to penetrate the black water to see what was making the bubbles. He saw the rotting corpses of Indians and some blacks slowly rising from the depths. Some were missing their eyes, ears, or noses, some their fingers, hands, or toes; chewed off by the swamp critters. Sam screamed and lunged back.
    “One by one, they planted their feet on the soggy bottom and began walking and crawling toward him. Frozen in fear Sam laid against a stump, whimpering, as they loomed ever closer.
    “Mr. Webb was slowly blowing on the glowing ember of his cigar. He said, ever so nonchalantly, “Mr. Lake, I can’t speak for all of them, but I’m quite certain I detect a lot of anger resonating from a select few, in particular the darker variety. I do believe they mean to drag you to the bottom. If I were you, I’d run.”
    “Sam hauled tail out of there as fast as he could. He had no clue what direction he should run. Everywhere he looked he saw mangled, rotting, soggy corpses crawling toward him, grabbing at his feet, touching him with their cold, wet hands. He screamed every time he felt their touch.
    “He wasn’t looking where he was going and ran into something soft and sticky. It kept him from falling but he couldn’t break free. Looking about, he saw it was a giant spider web. He flailed about trying to free himself, but to no avail. He stopped to catch his breath and looked around for the spider. In the moonlight, he saw web after web, one after another running off into the swamp from tree to tree. Each had something large, the size of a deer or large dog wrapped up in a cocoon.
    “Please, Mr. Webb, help me!” Sam cried out.
    “From somewhere in the darkness he heard Webb reply, “Be there directly, Mr. Lake.”
    “He saw the ember of Webb’s cigar getting closer. The objects caught in the webs started to squirm. The closer Webb got the more they moved about, faster and faster. Sam heard the muffled cries pleading, “Oh God, please, no more!”
    “Webb approached Sam and looked him over with a familiar, unpleasant smirk.
    “Help me, Mr. Webb. Set me free,” Sam begged.
    “I’m afraid I can’t do that Mr. Lake. Our relationship, our arrangement, is about to pay dividends, for me.” He pinched Sam’s backside. “Yes, you’ve grown. Oh, in how many ways, you’ve grown. It’s always a pleasure to see my investments mature.”
    “What?”
    “You know, Mr. Lake, you’ve a terrible habit. It’s impolite to say, what . It’s proper to say, ‘pardon me.’”
    “Pardon me,” whimpered Sam.
    “That’s better, but I’m afraid I can’t pardon you either, Mr. Lake. You and I, and the rest of my business partners…” Sam watched as once again Webb motioned with his strange hand indicating all those trapped in the webs, “have to spend some time together.”
    “How…how much time?” asked Sam.
    “Why eternity, Mr. Lake. Eternity…”
    “Mr. Webb, I’ll do anything, anything…”
    “You’ve already done everything, Mr. Lake. Now if you please, we must get down to business. I need to ‘wrap things up’ as they say. There are matters in Europe, which need my attention, in particular, Germany. The most wonderful things are taking place there as we speak and I need to get in on the ground floor as they say.”
    “Sam watched as Webb’s head started jerking like he was having a fit. Webb’s eyes moved slowly apart and his face split in two like a rotten peach. The split ran right down to his chest and long hairy legs pushed through, slowly unfolding, prodding the air searching for a solid foothold. From out of the lifeless Mr. Webb costume a gigantic black spider emerged, fangs clicking and glistening with