He's here again!
Waited until my friends had gone laughing goodbyes
into the night.
I feel him.
I suppress a shudder and attempt to ignore the shadows spinning across
my shrinking mind.
Curtains lifting slightly to the waft of summer breeze.
Did he climb over the moonstruck sill?
Stealthily, quietly, - - - as I carried smeared glasses to the kitchen and
piled them into the yawning sink?
He blocks my way,
I am cold,
I could scream but who would hear?
There is no-one. No-one.
Back against the wall as he moves slightly,
shifting from one foot to
Is he preparing to leap?
Grey veils swim across my unblinking eyes in darkening waves.
My heart thuds.
Incapable of controlling trembling limbs,
My hand accidentally brushes the familiar handle of the leaning broom.
His eyes glitter menacingly,
Rigid tension snaps!
Blind panic rules.
I strike ........ and strike ... and strike again!
A crumpled body,
limply curled. Unrecognisable.
Remorse ..... my unreasoning dread.
The little Huntsman spider
............................. is dead.