I Took Over As My Town's Librarian For A Week And Discovered Something Fucked Up In The Basement

I Took Over As My Town’s Librarian For A Week And Discovered Something Fucked Up In The Basement

It had black fur, which was probably why I had never seen it before. Its body was absolutely massive, pushed along by four long, spindly legs. It looked something like a spider, but for the way it walked. Its body was obviously heavy because the legs did little more than drag it forward, its body scraping along the ground. I noticed that its legs ended in a sharp claw, making each into something of a spear.

I couldn’t scream. I wanted to, but I couldn’t.

As I lay there under the body of my would-be rapist (I was dimly aware that he hadn’t quite succeeded in de-clothing me yet) I saw one of its front legs snap forward. It had been lumbering towards us so slowly that I almost thought it was incapable of speed. Apparently I was wrong, because in the time it took me to blink its leg had managed to spear through Chad’s chest, poking through the other side and showering me in blood.

I gagged.

Chad’s eyes were wide open, staring at me in utter confusion as though he thought I was the one who did this. In reality, I was just as surprised as I was, especially when the leg began to split apart into smaller appendages, goring him from the inside out.

In absolute horror, I crawled backwards, bumping into some boxes behind me.

The creature dragged Chad’s still-struggling body backwards towards its bulk before extracting its limb. With great effort it pulled itself up on its legs. Now I could see its belly. Well, what should have been its belly. I watched its fur pull back to reveal several rows of jagged, yellow teeth, pointed just slightly outwards. Its maw was larger than my torso, and I watched as it lowered itself down on top of Chad.

I’m glad that I couldn’t see what exactly those teeth did to him – most of my vision was blocked by the black furry body – but I did manage to see the blood. The amount of red that covered the floor and coated the beast gave me a pretty good idea of what was happening. I seem to recall that Chad’s screams went on a great while longer than I expected them to.

Eventually, the thing finished feeding. The sickening crunch of Chad’s bones stopped and it settled itself on the floor once more.

Its legs began to drag its body forward as it crawled to me.

Tears were coursing down my cheeks as I thought about what had happened to Chad. I had never really planned out what kind of death I wanted, but I knew that wasn’t it. I was shaking so hard the boxes behind me started to rattle as the thing crawled towards me at an agonizingly slow pace.

It stopped just in front of me. I found myself frantically searching for eyes, but I found none. I had an awful moment where I wondered if it could smell me.

Rona Vaselaar is a graduate from the University of Notre Dame and currently attending Johns Hopkins as a graduate student.

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