​And Along Came The Spider

In the rain-soaked night,
A man wearing a black suit with a red umbrella,
Watches a single window,
From a rain-drenched building with evil delight,

“I know you are there. Come out and play.” The black-suited man says before taking a long drag from his cigarette. He begins to laugh with an evil smile. Razor-sharp at the ends of his mouth.

After a little time goes by, a weathered looking man with a grey-ragged outfit steps out of the building the black-suited man has been watching. He pulls a raggedy hood over his head and starts walking limply along the curb.

“And along came the spider.” The black-suited man says cackling softly. He drops his cigarette and stomps on it as he walks briskly behind the weathered man.

The weathered man is quickly aware of the black-suited man’s presence. He hears him cackling softly behind him as he picks up his pace. The black-suited man does the same walking ever more briskly. The weathered man ducks into an alley hoping the black-suited man would lose sight of him. The weathered man runs and dives behind a dumpster.

“You are just a scared, little fly and now you have landed in my web.” The black-suited man says still cackling.

“What do you want from me?” The weathered man yells desperately.

“I don’t know. Many things, but where to start?” The black-suited man says creeping closer to his prey.

The weathered man looks around hoping to find something to defend himself. As if the black-suited man knows what the weathered man is doing, he says, “Nothing can help you now. I have been watching you for a long time and I know you can’t outrun me with that limp.”

“Why do you want to kill me?” The weathered man asks crying.

“Easy prey, I guess. It would be no fun if you could fight back. Oh, and if you think you have a chance to make it to the other side of this alley, you are mistaken.” After the black-suited man says this, the weathered man hears a terrifying growl at the other end of the alley.

The black-suited man lets out a hideous laugh before saying, “Yes, my hell hound, we are going to have a little snack.” The black-suited man says before giving a loud whistle.

As the weathered man hears this, he feels something big chomp down really hard on his arm. He screams in pain as the dog drags him out in the middle of the alley.

“And along came the spider.” The black-suited man says with a long evil smile looking down at the weathered man.