To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 88) Spider After His Prey

Holding her breath, Lyla opens her eyes and tries to focus. She has an overwhelming and horrid feeling in her gut that someone is there, just out of reach, watching. Spike like needles of energy are tingling up her spine as a forewarning of imminent terror. It is almost painful and relentless and she knows she must move away quickly. As Lyla leans up to roll back into a crawling position, lightning lights the end of the attic, which reflects off Crispin’s face! He is within inches of her feet!

He too is crawling through the rafters on his hands and knees. For a man this size, it makes him appear very spider like as if chasing after his prey. His strong arms are holding up his muscular build with ease as he grabs at her left foot attempting to stop her from moving. Lyla screams loudly as she frantically backs up pulling herself through the beams as Crispin continues to reach out for her.

Lyla has no idea of what is behind her as she tugs and slides through the joist and timber. A nail snags her lace top holding her in place as flash lightning strikes over and over again outside. The constant bursts of light is so repetitious that it’s causing a strobe effect in the attic as their movements are caught in choppy intervals which make it all the more frightening.

Finally, Lyla rips free of the nail by tearing a gash in the sleeve of her top and she begins to move again. She hurries to get closer and closer to the window but she can see that Crispin is rapidly gaining ground on her. She is now in a state of panic as she pushes and kicks trying to put some distance between them. This works well until Crispin lunges forward, almost inhuman like, and grabs hold of her leg just above her left foot.

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