Crept
More than one pair of eyes

I sat bolt upright, as the thing floated there before my eyes.
“What is it?”
“Ah… ah…” I could not form the words. I could feel my blood run cold, hairs erect, breath taking rapid short gasps. The question was repeated. “It’s a spider!” I eventually blurted out, as I tried to push myself back against the pillow behind me. The spider, unconcerned, began to tiptoe up the bedspread.
“Phooeee! it’s not that scary.”
“No,” I agreed, though I trembled uncontrollably.
With that, the bony jaw stilled, as the skull drifted back behind the curtain.
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.



Comments (4)
Just another invitation to the Skull & Bones Society, this one received by George W. Bush.
Twisty. I like it.
Just plain creepy, and the skull must not have been ready his attack, I suppose.
I understand but don't understand at the same time. Like I know what's going on but I don't understand the situation. I hope that makes sense 😅😅