Yup.
Behold...
THE EATERS!
Behold...
THE EATERS!
The sound like a chainsaw ripping through a rotting log. Jeremy’s head collapsed and oh my god, oh god.
His head looked like a fake prop in a horror movie. Something hot and warm was on my face. His blood. Jeremy’s blood. Oh god oh god.
There was nothing inside of him. There was nothing but emptiness, and something inside the emptiness, as though nothing had been given form and shape and terrible, alien purpose. And I looked in and the emptiness looked back and it spoke.
Hello.
I scrambled up onto my feet. The entire class screamed. Mr. Chung shouted, holding out his hand.
Legs, long and needle thin, forced their way up and out of the emptiness. They grabbed onto the desks around Jeremy’s, and hauled up, and like a tank coming out of a handbag, a spider drew itself up and out. It looked like teeth. And eyes. And black. Its leg whipped out, razor sharp, and a girl who did nothing but chew bubble gum fell, a new mouth grinning beneath her chin.
I grabbed my chair.
Another leg stabbed out and through Mr. Chung’s eye. He froze, twitching, his marker dropping to the ground, falling into an expanding pool of blood.
I brought the chair around and WHAM!
The spider flew off the desk, crashing to the ground. Students were screaming. I picked up the chair again and brought it down again and again and again.
“DIE! DIE! DIE!” I was sobbing, screaming, the spider blurred into a thousand copies, and a thousand chairs, held by a thousand me’s. I blinked the tears away, and there was just one arm, the spider’s arm, bladelike. It stabbed into my chair, and stuck through, the tip quivering right at my eye. I shoved back and away and the spider rolled onto its forelegs.
The chair slid off the limb like soft butter off red hot steel. It stood up and it opened its mouths. It lunged. And something appeared between me and it, a shimmer of light, a distortion in the madness that had grasped onto everything normal and was twisting it out of shape like putty. The leg stopped, like it had hit a wall.
I ran. I scrambled over the corpse of my bio-teacher and I ran.