Bone Spider

Twenty years ago I murdered my uncle. Nothing personal, I was his heir and I needed funds.

Then one night, his corpse dug itself out of the grave and walked into my room, almost tore my throat. I was close to a heart attack, choking with horror, but pulled myself together and broke the cadaver in pieces. But nobody believed my story and I was declared insane. They took me to the asylum, strapped to the bed and wished good night.

Now the hellish spider crawls through the door; fingers attached to the skull. I can’t move and nobody listens to my screams while my uncle finally has his revenge and sinks his overgrown ghoul teeth in my throat …