What would you do if you played a virtual reality game that didn’t stop when you took the headset off?
What about if you watched your son die, but an exact replica appeared and asked to come home with you?
Or you accidentally went on a tinder date with the Devil?
This diverse collection of 51 short horror stories includes daemons, monsters, psychopaths, undead, mad experiments, and
paranormal — no matter what makes your heart race, you’re guaranteed to face your fear with these terrifying tales.
I felt her arms around me, but she wasn’t trying to choke me or restrain me. She was… hugging me. It was such an alien sensation that
I immediately opened my eyes. That’s when I saw them. Hundreds – no thousands of gossamer spider webs holding up her body like a
marionette doll. I recoiled immediately, and she let me without the slightest resistance.
The spiders were everywhere. Crawling across her face, through her hair. When she opened her mouth, I saw more of them inside her,
pulling the threads to work her jaw. Her throat pulsed, and I knew more must be further down to vibrate her vocal chords.
“But he’s never going to hurt you again. You have our word.”
I was too shocked to fully understand what was happening. The alarm in my mind wouldn’t stop, and I still felt like I was about to pay for my
rebellion. I didn’t want to stare, but couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to go and see, but my feet carried me there anyway.
I opened Jeff’s room and found him on his bed. His hands and feet were bound with countless loops of spiderweb. More of it was across his face,
tying his tongue securely to the roof of his mouth. His skin was perforated with a thousand holes, and spiders were crawling in and out of them as
they carefully partitioned and wrapped each piece for consumption. His eyes blinked at me, although I don’t know if that was a sign of life or simply
the successful attachment of yet another internal strand. I quietly closed the door and let them finish their work.
-My Mother the Spider Queen