Notice: This story deals with spiders. If you are arachnophobic, you might not want to read this one. You have been warned
I once took a drive up to a place called Barrow Hill, commonly thought to be a myth. It wasn’t on any map and I thought I was lost at a few points. I wanted to bring back evidence of the place’s existence for a local paper but when I got there, the area was pitch black, save for the lights of my vehicle. I rememeber hearing a faint whisper of…something in the darkness. It was calling me. I don’t remember much except for the faint glimpse of pale fangs and skittering in the moonlight and what I thought were webs. Then I heard a small tell tale voice, singing:
“come into my woods and be joyful lovely, up on the trees where there’s no one but me”
I tensed up as the song got closer:
“silly little fly with a penchant for pranks, you’ll love it up here, no spiders or snakes”
It was within mere feet of me and spoke in a low gutteral, almost pained voice:
“Come into my woods and be dinner lovely, no one is around who might hear you scream”
The hair felt like nails, I saw the pale figure of a monster, silhouetted.
I raced for the car and turned on the headlights. I almost died from shock. In front of me was the biggest spider I had ever seen. It jumped on the hood as I hit the accelerator. Braking hard, it flew off the hood and I gunned it for home. I think I went past 60 miles per hour and I’m pretty sure I broke a few laws here and there but I couldn’t get the image out of my head. I got home and barred the door, kept all the lights on and called the cops, claiming there was a robbery in progress. Then I heard the voice again, right next to me, in a low whisper:
“Come into my woods and be joyful lovely, up in the trees where there’s no one but me”
I turned around slowly and screamed. My wife came racing downstairs with a can of Raid and sprayed the creature until it was dead. She then hugged me but i still felt unease for some reason.
“It’s ok” she told me, as I looked at the body of the dead spider. I vomited out of fear and disgust then put our baby to bed. As we got ready for bed ourselves, I recounted by experiences to my disbelieveing wife.
“You wouldn’t believe half of my day. I found a certain place called Barrow hill and the spider spoke in the most peculiare pattern. I believe it used a common song we sung as kids”
My eyes shot open and it hit me. It was in the room with me, but where.
oh god no
My wife turned to me and whispered in my ears:
“I was at Barrow Hill”
My blood ran cold as the lights went off for the last and final time.