As I look up at the loft, a barrage of images pounds through my skull and leaves me with a sharp pain behind my eyes. Cursing under my breath, I bring a hand to my head and close my eyes as I try to analyze what I'd seen.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I don't argue, my one hand shaking, and nod. Swallowing, I blink and find my hand just feathers for a moment. When I blink again, it's back to normal. ...Not good.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Daddy Long Legs are more closely related to crabs than spiders and somehow the idea of crablike creatures with spider legs that have escaped the entrappings of the primordial sea and now crawl over land and can walk up and down walls and ceilings creeps me more than I can adequately describe. — Snoink