OCTOBER 25th-"I am lying in bed in the dark and I glance over to see an odd shadow in the courner of my room. I am about to turn on the light to see what it could be, when a voice in my head whispered: "Don't move. They are watching you."

I am lying in bed in the dark and I glance over to see an odd shadow in the corner of my room. I am about to turn on the light to see what it could be, when a voice in my head whispered: "Don't move. They are watching you."

I resist the urge to scream in surprise at the mental intrusion. I take some time to settle my thoughts, and let my eyes adjust to the darkness. If I can’t turn on the light, I’ll need all the vision I can. Clearing my thoughts, “Who’s watching me?” I have no idea if my attempt at telepathic conversation worked, but it was my best hunch.
It doesn’t take long for a voice to respond, “The spiders.”

My body tingles. The spiders? Frigging spiders? I probably shouldn’t be so disturbed by spiders, as I was expecting something a little more ominous, but I hate spiders.
“You’re kidding right?” I think back,
“No. They’re watching you for their master.” Is the response I get.

I consider if I should ask how many, but decide it’s best not to know. Instead I ask, “Master? They have a master?”
“Yes, a powerful warlock, who sold his soul to Beelzebub centuries ago.”
Before I can wonder what a warlock wants with me, I notice the odd shadow is moving and writhing…like a mass of spiders. I keep in the vomit I so badly want to spew.
“So what exactly should I do?”

“Just follow my instructions. Everything will be okay.” The voice mentally consoles me.
“Are...Are you God?” I don’t know why I said that as soon as it leaves my brain.
“What? No!” I actually feel their exasperation in my head.
“Nothing. What’s the plan?” I know it sounds crazy to trust a voice in my head, but there’s something so strangely intimate about it, that I can’t help it. I can’t explain it.

“You need to leave your room. Make it look natural. Act like you’re going to the bathroom.” Instructs my brain buddy.
“Okay, I can do that! Actually, now that you say it I probably could use the-“
“Do not actually go to the bathroom!”
“Yeah, yeah! Okay.”
I stir out of my bed, out of the corner of my eye I see the shadow has become still. They’re watching me. I can’t stop the slew of colourful profanities that goes through my head.
“Woah…” I get from the voice in my head.
“Sorry!” I think back, but secretly pleased with myself. I make cursing an artform.
“No problem. Wait before you begin walking, it is important you keep your eyes half shut. The last thing you want is to make eye contact with a minion. It will link you directly to the warlock.” I’m warned. Darn right I don’t want to make eye contact with a minion.

I take a few steps out of my bed. I’m keenly aware of how silent the house is and how loud my footsteps are. The shadows seem to grow larger around me, and for a second I am unable to move.
“You can do this.” The voice reassures me.
I move forward again, making sure my eyes are half closed. The floor creaks and I’m momentarily startled. Calm down, you’ve got this I tell myself. Until I hear the crunch under my foot. I scream and my eyes pop open. I meet the eyes of a large wolf spider and almost instantly hear laughter all around me. The spiders multiply and begin to surround me.

“Plan B” says the voice in my head. “Run!”