Shayne stared at the towering lead contraption before him, a large valve containing the evil that awaited his arrival. Armed with an aerosol can and lightning reflexes he couldn't help but feel an aura of dread radiating from the bomb shelter turned basement. "Dad, why don't you do this? I, uh, need to go socialize or something."
And there are sure to be a few thousand spiders the size of my head down there. No one's even opened this damn thing in fifty years. Could be skeletons or something too, but mostly spiders, or some kind of natural gas leak... Shayne's mind wandered over the possible things lurking in the dark corners of their basement.
His father's voice bellowed from the far reaches of the house, "Just get it over with and calm down. They can smell fear."
"Ugh." A low growl escaped Shayne's lips as he began to turn the valve- it was stuck. The growl grew louder as he placed the lead monstrosity in his best death grip, forcing it to turn. Slowly, at first, he made progress. Suddenly, the valve gave way as stale air gushed into his airways. Cursing under his breath, Shayne pulled the door back. He was met with...Nothing. No zombies, skeletons, or even spiders.
Cautiously, Shayne reached for the flashlight on the oak table settled against the wall to his right. After flipping the switch he ran the beam over the stairs slowly. One step, two, three...ten. So far so good, nothing had jumped out to steal his soul or pump his veins full of venom.
Then, he turned the corner into the main chamber of the shelter, his nightmares were nothing compared to this horrific sight. Webs of sticky, ridiculously durable silk were spread from wall to wall. Not an inch of the room was safe. Thousands of tiny, practically blind yet eerily shiny eyes peered at Shayne. Suddenly he felt something move lightly upon his shoulder, breathing halted completely. "..."
Nestled malevolently atop his shoulder, fangs bared was a...Rubber spider? Shayne shifted his weight to the right and brought his left leg with him. The top of his foot flying towards the face of a certain Jeffrey Joseph Knight. Alas, the blow was dodged and Shayne's momentum was used to send him sprawling on the floor. "Ugh! YOU a**!" The resulting echo caused a stir in the room, the webs were alive with sharp movements.
"Oh, come now. I've always taught you take advantage of openings. You just left yourself open. I'll have to fumigate this place before it can be used for anything."
"You...are a douche bag, Dad." Shayne stood slowly and glanced at the movements in the shelter, "Uh...I'm going out. Later." He darted from the basement and towards him room. From there he retrieved his backpack filled with a random assortment of items that would be used for his costume, assuming it would be needed. Sprinting aimlessly from his house there was an obvious air of fear radiating from him. He hated spiders with their eight legs, venom, evil eight eyed stare. Yeah, they sucked.
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