This month I am participating in the A-Z April Challenge.  A post a day on each of the letters of the alphabet. (Sundays off)  http:/a-to-zchallenge.com

My “O” post is the first flash fiction piece I ever wrote.

OPEN

The door swung open, again.  I thought about the patch job I would have to do. Without a doubt the door knob punctured the sheetrock.

The hair on the back of my neck was wet.  My heart was beating fast, I felt the vibrations in my throat.  I repeated to myself over and over again, it was just the wind.

Every scary movie I had ever seen was stuck on surround sound and constant re- play in my mind.  I thought about the blonde in every horror movie that slinks down the hall towards the …whatever swung the door open.  Cue the creepy music as she tip toes down the long hall.  We scream at the TV “GO BACK YOU IDIOT.”  Dumb blonde never listens and always ends up sliced and diced.

This is B.S. I told myself as I grabbed a full glass of water from my nightstand [my weapon] and tip toed towards the silence in my living room.  I gasped.  Hundreds of wolf spiders of every shape and hairy size covered my living room floor.  I was in the midst of a nightmare. Fear of spiders is synonymous with having an overbearing mother. The door swung shut.