Spiders Legs Novels & Stories

she replied with a hint of sadistic amusement. "Ah, yes, the fear of spiders," the man acknowledged with a chilling smile that could haunt one's nightmares. "This particular breed is known as Latrodectus mactans, commonly referred to as the black widow," he explained, referring to the spiders within the case. With calculated precision, he delicately placed one upon Mr. Woods's bare chest, having previously removed his shirt.

My jaw felt fused shut. The mass reached my face. I could feel the microscopic prick of their legs against my skin. They didn't bite; they just moved, a relentless, dry carpet of chitin and movement. They flowed over my cheeks, their legs tangling in my eyelashes. And then, they found the opening. My mouth was slightly parted. The spiders began to pour inside.

And then I saw it. Emerging from the shadows at the far end of the corridor was a spider. But it wasn’t just any spider. This thing was massive—its body the size of a small car, its legs long and spindly, tipped with razor-sharp points that clicked against the stone as it moved. Its eyes, all eight of them, glowed a sickly yellow, fixed on me with a predatory hunger. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. “Run, little witch,” Jacob’s voice whispered, almost tender.

The magical tickling feeling was spreading from my fingers to my hand, my forearm, my upper arm, my shoulder, my neck and then… My face. Wait… What?! There was something on my face. It was giant and with hairy legs. Was that a… …spider?! It was its hairy legs that were tickling me. I couldn’t see it clearly, but its size and hairy legs suggested that it might be highly poisonous. I had a giant spider sitting on my face and the only thing I could move on my body was my fingers. This wasn’t the only thing that I had to worry about. The worst thing was that… … I got more similar tickling sensations coming from my legs and belly.

"Kindly enlighten us about what's scary about cockroaches, April?" "They run fast and some of them can actually fly, isn't that concerning?" April asked. "Fly?" Gina and Carlene laughed out. "I'm being serious," April said. "Never seen a flying cockroach," Maya said. "She's right though, some of them do fly," Freya supported. "Well, that's concerning," Gina said. "Spiders run fast too and they have many legs! They are more scarier than cockroaches when you think about it," Carlene said.

The web falls like curtains on the ground and we can finally see the demon that was attacking us. It is a cross between a spider and a scorpion. The main body is from a scorpion with a few modifications. The head has eight eyes on its head and the mouth of a spider. It’s but is from a spider, but from time to time, it splits open to reveal the end tail of a scorpion. The clicking noise it makes sounded like it was furious—or maybe curious. I can’t tell. Archer and I exchanged glances and we both agreed not to make any sudden noise or movements. It seems like it hasn’t noticed us yet.

Or both. She flipped a switch, and suddenly all the cages lit up. I could see the spiders for what they were: black and yellow garden spiders, the kinds that had spun webs in the bushes of my family’s Charlotte, North Carolina home. A couple of them skittered along their webs as the lights startled them. I shuddered as though I had felt their legs brushing my own skin. With the lights on, I realized Miranda wasn’t alone. Armin and another man dressed all in black were behind her.

I scratched my arm as if this was all I’d wanted to do in the first place, but a dark mass far ahead, before which the shadow passed, twitched. It had looked like a rock, but it moved, two long limbs rose on either side like enormous spider legs, and pushed it up. Beneath it, there were legs. The limbs were abnormally long and skeletal. The arms that had helped it stand up nearly dragged the ground, and from the torso, rose a head. And its eyes looked straight at me. I closed my eyes instinctively. I did not want to be noticed.

Time seemed to slow down, and all sounds were a thousand times louder. ‘Hogan will kiss me. He will kiss…’ “Wait!” I shouted as I raised my hand between us and stepped backward. But as soon as I stepped backward, I felt something beneath my feet. ‘I stepped on something wet and squeezed it with my right foot.’ Slowly, I looked down. Then, I saw the creepy hairy legs of a spider under my foot. Something crawled on the top of my head. I looked up. On my face, there was a huge spider crawling down to my nose.

Could something have happened to him? I shook my head, trying not to think about that worst possibility. Nutty must have already found Peter and was on his way back. As I prayed wholeheartedly for Nutty, I suddenly felt a strange crawling sensation on my hand. Looking down, I saw a black spider perched on my hand. Its body was round and plump, covered in fine hair. Its eight fuzzy, long legs crawled across my skin, immediately causing a burning pain.