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60laying back beside the even-darker square hole of the entrance to the cellar. All was quiet. All was still. Even the long, hairy, huge leg covered with black and brown sensory hairs, that came up through the black hole and perched a foot just over the edge and onto the wooden boards, never disturbed the silence. Caution made whatever creature the leg was fixed to, stop. Seconds passed before another leg slowly raised out of the hole, bent at the knee, and placed a foot down. A third leg followed. Then two more, and finally more, and then the last of eight.All legs were spread out, but whatever they were attached to was still in the cellar. Minutes passed. An antique clock on the mantelpiece in the living room made the only noise in the downstairs part of the cottage; the tick-tock heartbeat like the house had a heart and it was marking off the time to fateful futures.A large hairy body of a size bigger than the hole to the cellar, slowly squeezed through until it could pull itself up to suspend its body between its eight legs as its eyes reacclimatised to the light. It was half an hour later, when Elaine felt David moving his hand under the duvet. She kept her eyes closed and opened her legs to welcome him there. A pain! It felt like David had just stabbed her with the knitting needle. She opened her eyes and was totally paralysed with fear and shock. A spider was on top of the duvet. Its span, including it%u2019s legs, was the size of the double bed. She watched, unable to speak or move, as some appendage at the front of its head stabbed down several times through the duvet and into her abdomen. She fainted.Elaine woke in the morning. Spider