The curse of the cobweb people
The dinosaur ghost
The curse of the cobweb people
Chapter 1
Ghostly greetings, everyone.
My name is Randall Lee.
And I hate spiders.
So does my family.
Spiders turn us into killers!
Like the other day when Mum saw a big spider up on the ceiling, she sprayed it with a big gold can she keeps under the sink in the kitchen.
PSSSSST!
It was a direct hit. The big black spider dropped off the ceiling and went skittering sideways across the floor.
It looked really dumb!
"It's not dead!" Mum shrieked. She chased after it, squirting clouds of foul spray all over it. PSSSSST! PSSSSST! By that time the spider was shiny with wet spray! But it kept running across Mum's nice clean floor. It was heading for my bed. Once it got under there, I'd never be able to sleep again. That's when Dad came in and whacked it with his shoe. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Soon the spider was nothing more than a black smudge on the floor. But, hey, spiders are very sneaky. You can't trust them. So I got one of my shoes and whacked it as well! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Now you might think I was being cruel, but I wasn't. Like, if you didn't kill the spider, the spider will kill you.
Even dead people are not safe from spiders. I've heard what spiders do in cemeteries. They get into coffins and eat the flesh of the dead. Some of the spiders turned into human, and some of the corpses turned into spiders. At school the next day, I told my friends Rane Ng and Precious Goh about what had happened. The girls were horrified. Rane turned pale. " Randall, how could you be so nasty to a poor little spider?" "Easy," I fired back with a shrug. "Spiders are dangerous and poisonous and have to be killed." Precious pulled a face. "Not all spiders are dangerous, Randall. And not all spiders can kill you. Some aare harmless. They do a good job catching insects in their webs." " Well, why do they have to it in my house?" I almost shouted. I jerked a sarcastic glance back at Rane. I was suddenly startled. Her face had turned even paler. " Randall Lee," she said in a choked voice, "don't you know what they say about spiders?" "What?" I asked defiantly. "The curse," Rane said. "The famous curse." "What curse?" I demanded with a mocking grin. Rane's eyes were filled with alarm. She dropped her voice to as strangled whisper, and her words had a sinister ring:
"If you wish to live and thrive,
Let the spider run alive."
I was about to burst out into laughing in her face. But I couldn't. A cold, grim sense of doom had seized me. It were as though someone had stepped on my grave
