Torment of the spider

I lie awake, deeply sunken in to the mattress beneath me. The
silence echoes around the dark, enclosed room. My eyes sharply open,
hitting the ever- near cracked ceiling like sharp, metallic darts. I am
alone and fearful due to the likelihood of the big black monster
scaling my wall. Its thousands of beady eyes glaring at my motionless,
alert body. I'm waiting. The anticipation of this spiky jagged dark
creature stops the bleating of each fluffy cloud of woll in my mind.
Even counting the pure white sheep can't distract me from the sinister
demon that keeps me from my slumber.

Trails of crawling creatures pinch my corpse-like body. I don't move a
millimetre in a desperate attempt to brush them off. I am too
frightened my menace will appear and trap me in its threading. Sewing
me in to the mattress so tightly it engulfs me. Trying to strangle me
into pure suffocation. Provoking a rebellious attack. But i lay
motionless. Unable to fight back and unable to survive.

My mother shouldn't have mentioned seeing it. She does this every
single time. She knows I drease their fangs glinting in the moonlight
like jagged diamonds sinking into my pale fresh frightened flesh. Still
I think she has a conspiracy with the shadowy, sickening demon. They
are all after me.

A car goes by my window illuminating my death trap. I shudder
uncontrollably and my arms and legs become ton weights, glued to the
bed as though we are conjoined. I see it. A large mace shaped ball
supoorted my the long wiry legs, dangerous like the thorny stem of a
rose. It's the eight- legged monstrous demon. It has been spying on me.
It knows my phobia, like a dog this spider can sense fear. My body
shivers waiting for the inevitable pounce. Very venomous and needing to
bite like a vampire. But it doesn;t move, like me. Are we in checkmate?
Or is it waiting for my eyelids to shut until I have been renewed. So
it can move in for the kill. I keep my eyes directly focussed on it. I
can't let it out of my sight.

Our eyes remain deadlocked. I'm out numbered, a million to two. Mine
fixate pulsating, lifting swiftly in and out their sockets. They feel
heavy. I'm increasingly tired. But how can I sleep safe? I have to
cpature it and torture it in utter torment, like it torments me. With
all my courage i raise my hand to the windowsill very very very slowly.
I put my hand behind the curtain and place it on the cold stone
windowsill and reach for my jam jar money jar. I bring it towards me
and the same slow pace until eventually it rests in my two hands. I
undo the lid and tip the jar so the coins clatter, chink and lick
together on to my bedspread, my eyes remain fixed on the unsuspecting
creatures. I whisper "i bet my mother didn't warn you." It is plainly
obvious she has a conspiracy against me. I sit up in my bed and slowly
swivel my body round, my eyes not moving from the spot where my ugly
tormentor clings on to. Slowly, one foot at a time, I place my sole on
the ruffled carpet and then much quicker placed my other sole next to
it. I gently stand up with a grimacing smirk upon my face with the jam
jar gripped in my right hand, the lid in my left. I begin to walk
towards the darkened corner, scared that more menacing creatures have
bitten the floorboards, the slightest pressure would make me fall
sharply through the floorboards, captured and at their mercy. They are
all under the influence of my mother's conspiracy. They would drink my
blood so much that my body would wither white, I would grow old
quickly, greying hair, wrinkled skin like a raisin, no longer smooth
like an apple. I would die as their fangs would penetrate my heart and
hollow it out so these evil creatures could nest their evil deep within
my soul. I would be unable to get away. They always want to capture me
in their trap.

I bring myself to a half calm state. I feel drunk with fear. My sense
confused out of co-ordination. I lift the jam jar higher than my head
in a burst of courage. My hand not shaking but my heat, my heart is
pounding. The beats are getting quicker. Pulse racing deafening beats
in my ear. My arm races forward. The jar clenched in my palm. Who is
fearful now? my eyes can see this in slow motion. My hand is so close
to the pitiful spider. as it gets closer, and closer i feel no fear. I
am in control. No longer shall i be... splat, tormented. I didn't
capture it in the jam jar, well not all of it. Black drool oozes out.
The coldness of the spider is leaking away. It's insides smeared on the
side of the wall. I can't torment it now, but nor can it torment me.
The other half of the lifless spider just hangs there. A browny- black
stain left on the walls. My pulse regulates and my heart purrs softly
again. No longer will i be tormented, no longer spiders shall i
fear.