The sound I heard resounded round my brain; I strained to hear that sound again.
But was it really there? I leant in close enough so that my nerves were on a knife-edge…
Jump! My heart thudded, my breath grew short, panic rising in my throat. Muffling a silent scream I pushed my hand over my mouth; it couldn’t notice me if I stayed still, if I didn’t move, make a sound.
The air was palpable with nausea. I can’t stay like this, I thought. I need to move, find somewhere safe. I need to get out but my bones, my muscles refuse to move no matter how hard I try to lull them into a false sense of security.
It’s fine, I’m fine. Breathe. Breathe.
And then the sound again, causing me to jump once more. I can’t stifle my scream any longer but nothing comes out. Absolutely nothing. The fear pushes up, from my stomach, its grip on my widpipe becomes suffocating.
“Help!” A whimpering noise comes out if my mouth. Now my voice grows. “Help!”
“Will someone please get rid of this spider NOW!!!!”