Natures force had been coughing and spitting rain at my broken window and surrounding loose shutters for more than an hour now. The storm had suddenly changed although, and was now throbbing in an irregular fashion having taken on a life and heartbeat of its own. As the sun dipped out of view, a waxing crescent moon remained low on the darkening horizon. It waited, lurking, hiding behind an ancient stand of oak trees, across the barren field, opposite my front porch.
Large, deep purple mountain sized clouds were trussed together, hanging swollen and succulent over the roof long in need of repair. Lightning raced back and forth in the endless firmament, ~a sky serpent, ~ searching for something or one to lash out at. From the nearby barn, the sound of terrified neighing horses followed each thunder clap.
I startled! The howling force pounded on the front door! “Let me in,” it demanded with a voice I both feared, and understood... rebuttal was not an option. Nature had quickly turned into something unnatural.
Both hands clamped over my ears were not enough to silence the screaming of rust worn screws slowly being ripped from the rotting door frame. Lightning and thunder pulsated through every crack and wanting shingle. The door moaned apologetic, before falling inward, giving way to the torrent on the other side.
Clumps, of what seemed to be dust-balls, and dried leaves were swept up by the intruding tempest. They took on a life of their own. Rising from the floor, unwilling marionettes to something unnatural, ghostly. Suddenly, with the roar of a freight train, the twirling swirling cloud of dust and dead vegetation was sucked up through the chimney. Unfortunately, the dormant chimney was home for a colony of bats numbering in the hundreds. Torn from their surroundings, the whole colony, was belched up and out through the black throat of the trembling brick funnel. Screeching, the frightened fanged creatures, reentered the house through the gaping wound, where only seconds before the door had fallen.
I retracted in horror as the wild pack fell over me, flapping, clawing and biting in an orgy of anger and fright. I wailed the cry of a child arousing from a nightmare, only to realize I had brought the nightmare back into my own waking world. Then, returning full circle they swooped back up the chimney, their high-pitched squealing echoing throughout the room.
Suddenly, before my eyes, hundreds of dust-balls the size of golf balls materialized again. Only now, I saw what those furry things were actually made of. Each ball consisted of dozens upon dozens of spiders, their slender, pointed brown legs entwined together as they crawled over and under each other in a copulating dance of reproduction. Each ball secreting fine angel-hair like fibers, which were shot in my direction. The strands joined one by one encasing me tighter and tighter in their grip. I realized then I was being enclosed in a shroud of gooey arachnoid fiber from which I had no chance of freeing myself. Now, completely immobile the balls began to descend upon me. One by one, each attaching itself to the shining white shroud which had become my own living prison and hell. Hope sprang into my mind as I realized a small area around my mouth had been left open allowing me to breathe.
I was being saved! Well not actually saved, preserved would better describe my situation. I was being kept alive as food for thousands of soon to hatch spiders.
Hope everyone has a spooky Halloween.