The Trapdoor Spider

Trapdoor Spider

Michael looked at the house. It was a pretty big thing, lots of windows and stories and bricks and walls. But it was dark. And evil. And old. Michael didn?t like the house. So he got his bulldozers to come in and dig up the crummy old mansion. Then he came back. There was a cellar below the pile of rubble his bulldozers had made. He brought back his bulldozers and removed the dirt. Then he went to the cellar. Michael opened the cellar door. And went in.

Sarah saw the butterfly long before she saw the cellar. She watched the little thing flutter its wings and go from dandelion to dandelion. Sarah lunged at the butterfly. But she missed. The precious thing flew away. And then Sarah saw the cellar. And went in.

Ronny laughed at his sister. He picked up a big glob of mud and lobbed it right at her face. She screamed and threw mud back. Ronny dodged it. He stumbled to his feet and ran. And ran. Then he got in the grass. And saw the cellar. He went in.

Now the sun was setting on the plain. It seemed to grin, radiating its pleasure onto all the earth. It was glad the humans were gone.

The shadowy figure stood inside the dark, dank cellar, smiling at the three dead bodies sprawled on the floor. A sly grin sneaked on his face as he opened the cellar door, and placed a little toy in the grass. He went to his hiding place. Far in the distance he could see the small form of a toddler crawling his way. Eager for a toy. The spider waited.