Seeking Terror
I was running to get behind the house and took the corner and stepped on top of the metal grate above the basement escape window. Suddenly, my life flashed before my eyes. The grate somehow gave way and I fell to the bottom, managing to scrape my legs arms and head as I fell.
The bottom was dirty gravel strewn with the skeletal and still decomposing remains of countless frogs. I am laying at the bottom, blood seemingly gushing from my elbows, knees, and forehead as I started climbing the long ladder to the surface. Each rung of the ladder was also covered in webs and spiders.
I made it to the surface and my friend’s mom tried to comfort me to little avail. This series of events took maybe 15 seconds but felt like slow motion the entire time. To this day I have trust issues with any metal grate and what I consider a reasonable fear of spiders. popgoboom