The itsy-bitsy baby spider through to himself, as he looked into the mirror surface.
"Where is the thrill? Where is the horror? Why can't I be like my ma and pa?"
. . .
It was his third day out in this world after he hatched with countless of his brothers and sisters, His mother was one of the Titan SPiders that
roamed these parts - as big as a human hand. The father never really showed up after the eggs were laid but... spiders are not really well-known for
their parenting instincts.
Weeks went by, months, years....
Our little spider grew day after day. Some were friendly with him. Others... they were scared. He grew so much more bigger than his siblings.
But no matter how big he grew, he never stopped looking at himself whenever he had some free time on his legs, into anything with a reflection.
"Pathetic... Is this supposed to be scary? I look like a normal spider. No horror, no thrill, no nothing!"
The forest was silent. The spider was silent. From one of his 8 eyes a small tear rolled down his cheek.
The truth was that this particular spider was in a mid-life crisis ever since he was born - lets not forget that the life of spiders is really
He wanted all to fear him, to be so scary that nightmares to have nightmares about him, humans to dy by looking at him .... But all had was his
The more he looked at himself the more anxious he was with his current situation.
Finally, he looked away. Through his mind passed a thought - One of his siblings told him some time ago about an abandoned building to the far east
part of the humongous forest they all lived in.
Abandoned? .... Abandoned meant old... Old meant scary... Maybe he could find something to use there? Who knows...
After days of walking he finally reached his destination - A huge abandoned mansion, covered in green.
The door was slightly open...
He entered inside...
The marble Angel welcomed him with silence. The beauty inside was unmeasurable. The spider let a small gasp escape his mouth.
The place was old, yet untouched by time. Everything was right in place, where the owners left it unmoved for decades.
As the spider looked around through every room, pathway and cranny, the ambient noises surrounded him, making him lose his perception of time. He felt
relaxed for the first time in his life.
For the first time new thoughts passed through his spidey head:
"Maybe I don't need to be scary" "Maybe I am just perfect by being myself" "I should just enjoy life to its fullest and forget those
The spider closed his eyes and ... Hit himself really, really hard on the head.
"What am I? Stupid?" - he said to himself angrily and continued searching.
Then the miracle happened.
In one of the back rooms he found heads... Baby heads... Many, many, creepy old broken baby heads.
Our spider was amazed. They looked scary. Not just scary, but so scary they give him chills. Fate finally smiled on him.
A spider and a baby head you ask? You think this is familiar? Ever heard of IT? The thing that creeps in the night and makes even the most brave run
in fear? The harbinger of Fear itself?
Well you should probably look behind you ... maybe... just maybe you can see it ........