|Posted by LEKokko on March 15, 2010 at 4:38 AM||comments (0)|
The e-version of the Masters of Horror Anthology is now available. It can be found at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/10948
The book version will be available towrd the end of April this year.
|Posted by LEKokko on January 19, 2010 at 9:20 AM||comments (2)|
Spencer sat cross-legged on his bed, eyes wide, sweat dripping from his forehead. It was here somewhere, he could feel it.
A small black dot halfway up the far wall moved slightly. Rubbing his eyes, making sure it wasn’t his imagination, Spencer held his breath, it had moved. It had been on the seam of the wallpaper a moment ago, but now it was about an inch to the left. This was the second house spider he had seen today.
Earlier, building all the courage he could muster as his therapist suggested, he killed the twin of this eight-legged terror. Now this second one had emerged for, what Spencer knew was, revenge. “It’s only a small spider. It can’t hurt me,” he chanted. It was the mantra Dr. Fields had him memorize over the last eight months.
He had started therapy a year ago. His older brother had teased him about his fear of a Daddy Long Legs they encountered on a sidewalk. He hated being afraid, but he couldn’t control it. Something about how they dashed in quick jerky movements, how the spun their victims in webs to drain them of bodily fluids, convinced him they were dangerous.
Repeating the mantra under hisbreath, Spencer reached for the rolled up magazine he used to dispatch the other arachnid. Clutching his weapon, knuckles white with strain, he started to move to the edge of the bed. Just as his foot touched the floor, his heart stopped. There were now two dots on the wall. One had emerged from a small hole where a nail had held a picture.
As Spencer stood, his knee’s threatening to buckle under him. He took several deep breathes clinching and unclenching his fists. Determination etched in his sweaty face. He was going to lick this fear one way or another. Looking down, he donned hisslippers. He advanced toward the wall. He took a sharp breath. There were now a dozen black dots scampering across the wall, in their characteristic jerk moves. He watched in disbelief as more spiders poured through the hole, like water flowing out an open pipe.
Fear replaced the determination he had worked hard to build. Turning to run from the room, he noticed for the first time, every wall had spiders coming out of cracks which seemed too small. He dropped the magazine, some insane thought that if he dropped his weapon, they would retreat. They kept coming, the walls covered almost black with spiders of various sizes and types.
A crack opened along the wall to his right, thick black legs struggled to work their way free. A huge black body emerged from the ever widening fissure along the wall. The giant spider sat glued to the wall, staring at him, drool dripping from its fanged mouth. Spencer tried to run, but tripped on the web this monster shot out. The more he tried to free himself, the more entangled he became.
The monster loomed over him. The needle like spear jutting from its mouth impaled him. As he felt his life blood being sucked out of his body, the last thought crossed his mind, Dr. Fields was wrong, there is something to fear.