In the empty corner of my room, ten thousand black eyes stared back at me from a shape stitched into the dark; still as death, yet somehow breathing with the room. I held my breath, my back pressed against the headboard, heartbeat pounding loud enough to betray my location.
The crack on my wall looked like a roadway; another split beneath it, that formed a crossroads— like the walls themselves were guiding the thing closer.
Then it suddenly twitched. Every hair on my body rose right alongside whatever black fur covered its limbs.
I shut my eyes tight, counting breaths like prayers… one… two…three… When I opened them again, the corner was empty. “
Oh crap…” I said under my breath. Because a monster you can see is one thing— but a spider that disappears in your bedroom at night…
feels almost supernatural.
THE END?
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 4:28 PM UTC
In the empty corner of my room, ten thousand black eyes stared back at me from a shape stitched into the dark; still as death, yet somehow breathing with the room. I held my breath, my back pressed against the headboard, heartbeat pounding loud enough to betray my location.
The crack on my wall looked like a roadway; another split beneath it, that formed a crossroads— like the walls themselves were guiding the thing closer.
Then it suddenly twitched. Every hair on my body rose right alongside whatever black fur covered its limbs.
I shut my eyes tight, counting breaths like prayers… one… two…three… When I opened them again, the corner was empty. “
Oh crap…” I said under my breath. Because a monster you can see is one thing— but a spider that disappears in your bedroom at night…
feels almost supernatural.
THE END?
The scariest creatures aren’t the ones staring at you…
it’s the ones that suddenly stop.
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