Emily Taafe

Arachnophobia

There was a spider in the bath. Her eyes were drawn to it as she pushed the door open, the giant black mass of its hairy body contrasting sickeningly with the white porcelain of the bathtub. As it scuttled across the bath, Melissa imagined she could hear its legs hitting the bottom. Her eyes suddenly seemed ten times more powerful than normal, picking up every hair on the creature’s legs. Suppressing a shudder, she crept towards the bath, clutching the glass she kept by the sink in a trembling hand. Terrified to go nearer the damn thing than was necessary, Melissa dropped the glass, hoping against hope that it would land on top of the spider and trap it there, but, of course, no-one is ever that lucky.