It was dark inside his apartment, but he navigated the furniture like he’d done countless times, his mind turning the decision over and over. He would’ve kept walking to his room without stopping if it wasn’t for the sensation of something gently wrapping around his ankle. It was quick, and on instinct Freddy shook his leg and spun around to look. In the inky blackness he saw the thing release him. He couldn’t make it out clearly, but his brain had reached a very strange conclusion: a spider, with too many legs that tapered to sharp points. A spider on stilts that were knives.
