EVERY TURN I made navigating this underground system of catacombs, I seemed to lose my sense of direction. Panic was flooding my body, despite the wide entrances, the walls seemed to be closing, slowly suffocating me.
Tripping over a freshly mummified limb, I stumbled forwards into a spider web.
Voices echoed a warning from the walls of the dead, "close your mouth or else Dearest Mother Silk shall weave you into a mummy, just like us!"
I made eye contact with the large arachnid peering down at me as she spun her silk. The smells of dirt and soda smelt stale, as I breathed out a fog from the cold under-earth atmosphere. As I disregarded the warnings from the shadows, my mouth gaped open at the sight of the spider carrying what must have been a million legs underneath her black body.
"Forgotten by all but not by us," the voices echoed callously.
"I will make you nice and cozy my dear as your time has come," the spider cooed.
"Noooo! I have to go see my mom, I have to tell her I love her!" I fought to escape the webbing causing my arms to become even more entrapped in the sticky silk.
"Yesssssss, my dear do not worry. She knows you deeply love her, my dear"
"Don't you see?" she continued.
"You can't choose when it's time, I choose," she hissed, bringing her webbing closer and closer to me.
She was now standing over me, looking down. I saw my own face in the reflection of her eight iridescent eyes. Reaching out she laid an appendage over my mouth, shushing me. I felt her stroke my neck, "don't be afraid dear, the pain won't last long."
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My breath hitched as I was stabbed in the trachea, the smell of iron filling the air, the feeling of warmth seeping from my neck.
She took me in, combing through my hair as I balled up against her; just like a dead version of her own kind. Mother Silk's legs wrapped around me in a sort of comforting manner, cradling me, like my mother used to do when I would awake from a bad dream. But I knew this wasn't a dream to be awoken from.
Tunneling through my cloud of thoughts in hopes to relive the best memories, as I knew this was the end.
A glittering sunset with a dear friend sitting side by side.
The voice of the spider awoke me from the daydreaming, "Hang tight, I know it hurts my dear."
Some sort of a liar, she had no clue.
She started to weave me an exoskeleton, taking much care when she got up to my injury to not cause me any extra pain.
As my head gently got covered, the plush of the silk cradled my head. I resorted back to my dreams to lull me to sleep.
I was a young fellow with a homemade birthday card in hand gleaming up to my father. "Mail it to mom, okay!" My childhood voice echoed in the catacombs, although my mouth was static.
The scene changed slowly, as my dreams started to fade dark.
My dear skipping rope on a summer day, left forgotten in the play yard forever.