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"
Get
back
!
"
Ollie
screamed
.
We
got
moving
.
Ollie
had
an
arm
around
Buddy
.
Dan
Miller
and
Mike
Hatlen
were
on
each
side
of
Mrs.
Reppler
.
The
white
strands
of
web
continued
to
drift
out
of
the
fog
,
impossible
to
see
unless
your
eye
could
pick
them
out
against
the
red
cinderblock
background
.
One
of
them
wrapped
around
Mike
Hatlen
's
left
arm
.
Another
whipped
around
his
neck
in
a
series
of
quick
winding-up
snaps
.
His
jugular
went
in
a
jetting
,
jumping
explosion
and
he
was
dragged
away
,
head
lolling
.
One
of
his
Bass
loafers
fell
off
and
lay
there
on
its
side
.
Buddy
suddenly
slumped
forward
,
almost
dragging
Ollie
to
his
knees
.
"
He
's
passed
out
,
David
.
Help
me
.
"
I
grabbed
Buddy
around
the
waist
and
we
-
pulled
him
along
in
a
clumsy
,
stumbling
fashion
.
Even
in
unconsciousness
,
Buddy
kept
his
grip
on
his
steel
pinchbar
.
The
leg
that
the
strand
of
web
had
wrapped
around
hung
away
from
his
body
at
a
terrible
angle
.
Mrs.
Reppler
had
turned
around
.
"
Ware
!
"
she
screamed
in
her
rusty
voice
.
"
Ware
behind
you
!
"
As
I
started
to
turn
,
one
of
the
web-strands
floated
down
on
top
of
Dan
Miller
's
head
.
His
hands
beat
at
it
,
tore
at
it
.
One
of
the
spiders
had
come
out
of
the
mist
from
behind
us
.
It
was
the
size
of
a
big
dog
.
It
was
black
with
yellow
piping
.
Racing
stripes
,
I
thought
crazily
.
Its
eyes
were
reddish-purple
,
like
pomegranates
.
It
strutted
busily
toward
us
on
what
might
have
been
as
many
as
twelve
or
fourteen
many-jointed
legs-it
was
no
ordinary
earthly
spider
blown
up
to
horror-movie
size
;
it
was
something
totally
different
,
perhaps
not
really
a
spider
at
all
.
Seeing
it
_
Mike
Hatlen
would
have
understood
what
that
bristly
black
thing
he
had
been
prodding
at
in
the
pharmacy
really
was
.
It
closed
in
on
us
,
spinning
its
webbing
from
an
oval-shaped
orifice
on
its
upper
belly
.
The
strands
floated
out
toward
us
in
what
was
nearly
a
fan
shape
.
Looking
at
this
nightmare
,
so
like
the
death-black
spiders
brooding
over
their
dead
flies
and
bugs
in
the
shadows
of
our
boathouse
,
I
felt
my
mind
trying
to
tear
completely
loose
from
its
moorings
.
I
believe
now
that
it
was
only
the
thought
of
Billy
that
allowed
me
to
keep
any
semblance
of
sanity
.
I
was
making
some
sound
.
Laughing
.
Crying
.
Screaming
.
I
do
n't
know
.
