The strands of webbing glistened in the beam of my flashlight, fine, almost ethereal. They were fresh, and right in my path.
I held my breath and waited, ears straining. Nothing. I moved on, concentrating on the task at hand. Just get what I was looking for, then leave, that's all, I kept telling myself.
For a moment, I actually thought it might be as simple that. Then I heard too many legs skittering across the ground.
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American Nightmare Manuscript: Too Many Legs
02:10
Rachel