He led her to a picture perfect representation of your stereotypical haunted house. Run down and derelict. Even the weather was causing a kind of ground fog that added to the spooky vibe. So why then did she follow him side?
The air was musty, and everything was covered in a blanket of dust, giving the impression that no one had lived here for years. The ceiling was covered in what at first looked like cob webs, but they were damp and in clumps like seaweed. The place sent a shiver down her spine.
“Are we supposed to be here?” she asked with nervous suspicion.
“Of course,” he replied whilst gesturing with his hands and bending his fingers.
At first she was unsure as to what he was doing, but it wasn’t long before she noticed the ceiling webs moving to his commands. They were dropping in long strands, then making their way back up again.
“Okay you’re freaking me out now,” she said turning for the door. “I’m going to leave.”
With a swift downward swipe a large clump of the wet unknown mass fell upon her knocking her to the floor. He stood over her smiling, moving his hands so as to control in some way the heavy weight that was pinning her down.
“What are you doing? Please! Let me go!”
“I can’t do that,” he replied with a sinister tone. “The family are yet to dine.”
No sooner had the words left his lips, he gestured to the ceiling once more. A large beetle type insect began to lower itself upon a strand of the web moving to the commands being given until it was lingering an inch above her right inner thigh. The short skirt she was wearing offering ample amounts of exposed flesh.
“Why?” she cried out. “Why are you doing this to me?”
With a snap of his fingers, the beetle lowered the final distance, sinking its twitching mandibles into her skin causing her to scream out in searing pain. No sooner had it bitten, he gestured for it to return to the ceiling once more.
Within minutes the wound began swell, blisting with a milky white fluid clearly visible beneath. The same milky white as the wet clumps on the ceiling. Moments later the wound exploded sending a stream of the web like strands up onto the ceiling, also causing her to scream in pain once more.
“Embrace it,” he smiled. “Your sacrifice is giving birth to new life.”
Her screams became much louder, much more full of fear as she could do nothing but watch as another beetle began to descend towards her face.