That night at diner and Tom had not been able to shake the horrible thoughts from his mind. Even the birthday cake that Abigail had was not enough to cheer him up.


    On Sunday, Abigail spent most of the day in her room, playing with her new friend. Tom was grateful that he did not have to hear her going on about it, but regardless it was still at the forefront of his mind. He tried taking his mind of it with games and TV even chores, but nothing helped.


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    “Well if you don’t want me insulting it then keep your door shut so I don’t have to look at its stupid face” Tom shouted, but Abigail was already stomping upstairs


    Tom tried to sleep that night, but he was being haunted again by images, not of giant spiders this time, but hundreds and hundreds of tiny ones, little baby spiders that swarmed over him and clustered on his eyes. He saw them in his dreams as one then two then hundreds clawed into his vision, until everything was black. He writhed in his sleep and managed to fall of his bed, when he hit the floor he woke up.


    The next morning his mother called up for him to get ready for school, and fresh from sleep he had forgotten his nightly haunt. Jumping out of bed full of energy and grabbing his bag and shoes from beneath his bed, no webs in sight. He didn’t remember until he was at his door, and a quick look behind confirmed that nothing was there. Merely nightmares he told himself and went down to finish getting ready for school. As he walked past his sisters’ room, the door ajar he looked in to see the spider staring back “stupid thing” he said and continued downstairs.


    His fears did not spare him at school and any time his mind absently wandered from his schoolwork he would see another of the eight-legged things silently waiting. More he thought than had ever been around before.


    When he got home, he decided to say nothing, Tom had, had enough of spiders and didn’t even respond when Abigail tried to goad him on by talking about Fluffy. After dinner, he excused himself and went to bed straight away. Just wanting the day to be over with but he knew sleep would most likely elude him further.


    Some people say they’ve seen the young girl who walks around with her brother. How the two of them will sit at bus stops or on low walls as they walk around. The boy dutifully following his sister as she leads him by hand, for he cannot lead himself; his eyes, his mouth both sewn shut with pink thread. As for the house, people began to question why Peter and Mary stopped turning up for work, and of course eventually they were no longer paid and once they weren’t paid, eventually the bills took everything and the house was emptied to be sold on… but the spiders? The spiders stayed behind.