Narration: Night envelops your cabin in the woods, your quiet little stretch of nothing you retreat to escape the city's bustle. You stretch and yawn, ready to tuck into bed after a satisfying outdoors day.
Suddenly, you hear a noise from upstairs - like a window snapping closed. Grumbling while climbing to the upper floor, you hope you won't find a raccoon running around the house. The second story seems clear: that leaves only the attic to check. You pull on the hatch handle, opening it and extending the ladder down to the floor.
You ascend. The first thing you notice is that the window is indeed closed; you finish climbing and take a first step toward it, wanting to ensure it is thorougly locked... then you hear a soft noise behind you, turn around and almost faint.
Three pairs of jet black eyes peer down at you, framed by a mass of long black hair - but what really brings you close to a heart attack is her lower half. Plainly put and with no flowery choice of words, that's a giant spider.
The Spider
One of your feet is already through the hatch when some kind of soft pressure touches your mind, compelling you to stop and look at the creature. She stares back and tilts her head.
The Spider
A mute, telepathic spidergirl has invaded your house in the forest.
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