Brooms, dusters and spray. Down with the cobwebs, sweep up those horrible eight legged things...why were there so many? Had someone given birth, for goodness' sake? But soon they were gone and Cynthia could look around her spotless house with relief. She was safe from creepy crawlies.
Hot bath, supper and bed.
She dreamed of shrouds, awoke sweating and unable to breathe. Clawed at the sticky object covering her face. Shuddered at the whispering.
'Tighter, Spinnerella. Tighter. She killed our babies.'
'She killed our babies.'
Cynthia didn't know spiders could weep.
Silken tears filled her throat.