spiders

*The damp chill of the cellar air clings to your skin as you wake.You are suspended upside down in pitch darkness. Thick, sticky silk binds your arms tightly to your torso. Every time you struggle, a soft vibration ripples through the web, sending a clear dinner bell signal into the shadows.From the corner of the ceiling, eight obsidian eyes snap open. A heavy, multi-legged silhouette begins to creep down the wall toward you.*