The Fly to the Spider
My eyes open to a silver screen. Beyond the screen a dim light illuminates the room. I can see a broken tile floor, peeling wallpaper and a cracked roof. In the far left corner there is a spider-web. I watch as a bloated brown spider slowly creeps towards a fly, dancing on his silver thread. The sight of him eating the fly makes me smile. Hello, my friend.
The light flickering on had awakened me from my slumber. I do not have to wait long before a female stumbles into view. Thin, pale with strawberry-blond hair and blue eyes. She is wearing yellow flannel pajamas. The mere sight of her makes me lick my lips. I watch, safely hidden, as she grabs a toothbrush from the shelf and turns on the faucet.
Mirrors are meant to be cursed. They show every imperfection and every weakness. But sometimes they are portals, doorways to horrible places. Like where I live right now. My whole world is only one small, filthy room, but it’s a room that no one would ever want to be in.
Movement catches my attention. Perhaps the girl has noticed something unusual. Her pale, white hand nears a crack in the mirror. Saliva drips down my lower teeth. As soon as her hand touches the crack I could grab her, pull her into my realm, and dissolve her skin to drink her delicious blood underneath. Here, little fly…
Her hand suddenly jerks back. Perhaps she knows what awaits her. My pretty prey stumbles back and switches off the light. The bathroom door slams shut.
Reluctantly I go back to my slumber.