“Frightening spider webs, not my cup of tea” Susan said. “Jack Frost’s paintings I love, but the thought of how many large beings weave those webs, gives me chills!”
“Never mind, honey, I’ll sweep them off after I finish the driveway.” A half hour later, Susan called to her husband to come in for some hot chocolate. Getting no response she thought he was probably putting the shovel away in the garage.
Shortly, there was a knock on the door. “Jack’s not coming, but I could use a warm drink…”. Susan spied a black hairy arm leaning against the doorway.
***
27 March 2026
The Bag Lady 
Poor Jack! What a way to go!
LikeLike
No! Don’t open the door! Great piece of horror. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Run!
LikeLiked by 1 person
😀
LikeLike
Oh my! I was not expecting that horrifying twist. A spider that big would have you wrapped up in no time — just like Jack is now.
LikeLiked by 1 person
😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh dear! Methinks Jack’s been… “converted”!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hmmmm – wondering why he is not coming – ??
LikeLiked by 1 person
As the Canadians would say, yeah … no.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Over friendly spiders frightened Jack away, I hope. I would not like to think the worst.
LikeLiked by 1 person