The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2

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things at the end of her abdomen were huge, and they
were moving like an extra pair of fingerless arms…
no, like a cross between an arm and a finger. These
things were generating the silk that her hind legs were
gathering into a ball. And when the door opened, the
thing turned it’s “head”… it’s whole body almost, to
look at me. Because it’s head is it’s body.
Spiders have no true head. This ten foot tall
monstrosity, looked at me not with the gentle, understanding
eyes of my wife, but with eight eyes that
were like individual lifeless voids. So many eyes
reflecting back nothing but death. Silk still dripping
from it’s inhuman mouth parts. It was almost comical.
She dropped the silk ball she’d been rolling in her
front limbs, silk still trailing grotesquely from the…
things where her beautiful mouth had been. Gone was
her long black hair; replaced by dark stiff fur which
covered her entire body. Gone, was her thin, supple
form. Replaced by a nightmare of moving parts never
meant to be combined on this or any other world.
Gone was her perfectly proportioned stomach, and the
rest of that gorgeous body which she’d only let me see
so intermittently over the last few months. Replaced
by hydraulic moving parts which could only have
come from the wet dreams of H.R. Gieger himself.
Look a spider in the face sometime and tell me that it
looks like it belongs on God’s earth.
The first thing that came to mind was a scene
from Jaws. We’d watched the movie several times
together, and we’d had more than a few discussions
concerning the scene where Brody describes floating
on the open ocean with the sharks. He says that the