The stalker

Behind doors. Under my bed. In dark gloomy corners and places where we can never reach. It sits there watching me, stalking me with its small invisible eyes, waiting for something to happen. It Never moves, not even a twitch, it’s like a permanent static daisy that never gets old, a colourless statue that follows me. I tilt my head upwards and move it like a crane, slowly from left to right, while my nervous eyes move quickly in all directions. I see a black hole in the corner of my petrified eye; I jerk my head to the right…but nothing. He won’t come when

you want him to but he will come when you least suspect it.

A different side of me bursts out of my mouth that I’ve never experienced before; it’s like there is someone else in me that tries to get out. That scream of fear. It’s so loud and terrifying that it makes my hopeless body jump. Shivers run down my spine and it feels like his claws are running down my back. As I swear and curse at the site of his presence, he still just stands there with nothing to say. It stops my route, erases my thoughts and changes my mind, almost as if it warns me to back away from the area that I wished to venture into.

After I have released all my fear into its ears, its eight finger-like legs and its massive poison filled body moves like an old train, one step at a time, to another destination, where it can watch and hear my heart stop functioning again.

They are everywhere, even when you are innocently sitting down and you feel that strange tingling feeling as you watch its tiny miniature helper’s move faster and faster as they run up your limbs. Those long hairy spikes that crush its prey and those sharp fangs that rip and chew and inject its venom into your life. The way it can make any place its home and disguise itself like a ghost and you can never see its lung-like body breathing and the way it can produce thousands and thousands of more stalkers.

Why they watch us? We do not know but one things for sure, it doesn’t feel right. Day and night, sun and rain, hot and cold, no matter the weather, they will always find you and they will always be there...Watching our lives pass us by like an old man on a bench. Dangerous, venomous, massive and aggressive monsters that could kill a child in one bite. If you want know who your stalker are, he won’t let you. He is smart and can run fast, like a tissue in the wind. You will never catch it. I’ve heard that there are 38000 of them in the world so far. “Wanted”, pictures all over the internet. I say, that we each have our own stalkers. We are all victims. No matter how big or how small they are all the same, they are here for one purpose and for one purpose only, to watch and scare us Arachnophobians.

Our personal stalkers.

The spider.