Kailean

The Monster .Phobia unleasheD. I gaze, transfixed with horror, at the crown molding above me. How many years have I lived in ignorant bliss? How many generations of shadow hidden terrors have glided so gracefully, evily, overhead? I can see the blanket of oh-so delicate gossimer strands within the ceiling's indentations, beautiful and dangerous. Just like its creator. I've seen them in the dark, now, dangling just overhead--waiting. In a moment of utter madness, I might barely raise my arm, one finger out-stretched, and brush them. I cannot see its eyes, but it is watching me. Of course it is. I am not so special that it thinks of me in