And then there was light. From the far end of the tunnel came a bright, piercing light, it’s rays extended just short of where Delilah stood, leaving her in a state of shadow. The red brick wall was illuminated to almost an orange shade, the gray concrete floor reflected the bright light to a dull degree. From the ceiling hung an assembly of bare wires from which the now broken light bulbs were hung. The floor’s length was littered with clear shards of glass, barely visible in the intense lighting.
     
     The intense light at the tunnel’s end was suddenly blotched by a shadowy figure, a tall shape that stood within the center of the tunnel, still and silent. The ominous figure remained where it was, coming no closer. It was then that a strange noise could be heard. A chittering drone, like that of insects, such as secadas or locusts. The noise began to rise, from obnoxiously audible to near deafening. The source of the sound was revealed by the tinkling of the shards of glass on the floor.

     Spiders. A great wave of coal black spiders, hundreds of them. They came in a swarm across the floor, directly toward Delilah. They had long, hairy, spindly legs and their bodies were the size of a small mouse. They washed over the shattered glass, burying it beneath their swarm. The plump ugly arachnids drew closer to Delilah. More of them began to descend from above, swinging down from the ceiling on chalky-white threads of web, one of them dropping down onto Delilah’s shoulder, it’s eight beady eyes glaring up at her as it’s brethren below drew closer in a tidal wave of horror.

     In the distance, the light began to subside to a bearable point, revealing the distant figure to be the cloaked haunt they had been plaguing Delilah all this time. Though she could not see it from so far, his gray cracked lips parted into a leery yellow smile as the droning of the many score spiders now drowned the entire tunnel.