huge drops of venom. It moved ever so slowly toward Sam, clicking away.
“Sam was screaming and flailing about in the web. He felt those enormous fangs sink deep in his flesh and thought his whole body was on fire. Then…he couldn’t move, not even blink. The world began spinning and spinning as he was wrapped up in a cocoon, only his face was left uncovered.
“Some say on nights like tonight you can hear Sam and the others screaming as Mr. Webb comes visit his old business partners and make a withdrawal.
“There ya have it, son. Oh look, your dogs are back. And just in time for sunup. Well, that’s east of course, so that way is south toward Sneads. I reckon you should be able to find your way out now. Pardon? Oh, the pleasure’s been all mine son, all mine. Why thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed the story.
“You know J.W., I see something in you I really like. I might be able to help a young feller like you. You come back and see me again sometime. Come again? Well…you look like a J.W. Me? My name? Oh the name’s Slither. Mr. Slither.”
A word about the author…
T.C. Tereschak is a horror/suspense writer, a history enthusiast and lover of mystery and the macabre, and enjoys writing about the odd and eerie, enjoined with universal themes: love, family, and the dichotomy of good and evil.
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