My entry for the first platform building campaign led by:  http://rachaelharrie.blogspot.com

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 silently,
over and over  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.]  I 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 knew I was
in the midst of a nightmare. Fear of spiders is synonymous with having an
overbearing mother. The door swung shut.