MicroHorror

After weeks of his wife’s complaints and general nagging, Thomas finally brought out the ladder and decorations. He taped the skeleton to the front door and put the pumpkins on either side of the porch steps. He was just starting to hang webs around the porch, feeling satisfied that the new screw-in hooks would hold much better than the cheap sticky hooks from last year. He suddenly pitched forward, managing to thrust his head through the tangled mass, and the cotton threads held his weight. His feet kicked violently and gradually stopped.

“Great effect, hon!” Laura called from inside.