As I was stirring awake, I could feel my heartbeat pounding rapidly inside of my chest. I slowly opened my eyes. I stared at the hairy wolf animal of my husband, Russell Changeling, stroking my hair out of my eyes, with hairy clawed hands. I screamed, when he put a clawed hand to silence me. Russell put a hairy, clawed hand to his lips.
"You're not going to scream and panic, when I tell you, everything is safe with me, are you, Emma, dear?" He could speak in an English accent! Even though he was covered from head to toe, in black animal fur, Russell behaved more like a human would. Eyeing my husband with confusion, I just nodded and I understood him.
He slowly removed his hairy clawed hand off my mouth. I found myself inside our smelly basement. I realized I was lying inside some kind of black coffin with big, hairy black tarantulas crawling over my body. I tried not to complain as I watched them crawling over me.
"Let me go, please babes?" I asked, nicely. But my husband just laughed and pounded his hairy fists at his chest, like an ape. "I won't mind everybody here are monsters in this cursed little town, we've stayed in all our lives," I begged and pleaded with Russell not to bury me alive.
Russell was just laughing and howling. I gasped as I watched Russell put a black coffin lid on top of the coffin on me. I screamed and pounded my fist angrily on the coffin lid. But my husband was completely ignoring me. As he was using a hammer to nail the black coffin lid on top of the coffin I was trapped inside of, with the creepy, crawling tarantulas over my body.
"Why are you doing this, babes?!" I screamed and yelled, pounding an angry fists on top of the coffin lid I was trapped in, against my will. I couldn't forget what the crawling bugs over my body in the dark coffin were doing to me. They were webbing my body, covering me up in sticky webbing all over my body. "No! Please don't do this to me!" I screamed. Just as my voice got muffled by a nearby tarantula bug, who sprayed me with its sticky white webbing.
I couldn't move or talk. I was paralyzed with sticky spider webbing. In a black coffin in our basement, where my husband trapped me inside of. I waited for the spiders to start biting me and drinking my blood. But I just kept feeling them crawling over my body in the dark coffin.
'Soon, she will be my princess, and we'll be together to take over this town. Everybody's kids will no longer want to be normal here, anymore," Russell was explaining to himself, outloud. As he continued finishing, nailing the black coffin lid on top of my wounded, unconscious body.
The more I was lying unconscious, in the dark, closed coffin in our basement, I realized if I was ever going to wake up or get out of this alive. I didn't know what was going to become of myself. If I couldn't get help from my kids, who are probably lost in the woods by themselves, they may never find their way back home.
I waited as I strained to listen to what my husband was doing next. But when I didn't hear anything suspicious, I found myself in the coffin, being lifted off the ground! I was being carried out of my basement, by Russell's strong, incredible strength!
I was trying not to faint, as I was being moved out of the basement, we were in. I didn't know anything where Russell was carrying me in the coffin, to. But I kept calm and tried not to get the black, spiders from biting me.
After moving around in the darkness for a while longer, I felt the coffin hit the ground and I stopped moving. "Does she know anything about the darkness spreading over the town, Mr. Changeling?" I overheard a strong, gravelly male's voice, I didn't recognize before, asking my husband.
"She doesn't know anything, I promise," I heard Russell say. I wanted to get out of this dark coffin before I got suffocated in the sticky, spider-webbing. Then, I heard the creaky crack of the hinges on the black coffin, being cracked open.
The lid was being lifted off the coffin. Russell and the monster hunter, from the woods, stood in the middle of the foggy, enchanted woods. Where I was covered in sticky, spiderwebbing, struggling to move out of the black coffin.
Then, Russell took and grabbed his hands and started ripping the thick, white sticky spider-webbing off my face. Feeling free again, I looked into the face of my lover and partner, who doesn't know what he's doing with me.
"My dear, you look so pretty being alive," Russell said, with affection. As he grabbed one of the hairy, black crawling tarantulas from crawling on my face. I screamed as Russell picked it up and started to pet. Letting it crawl over his left arm.
"Why are you doing this to me, my love?" I demanded, wanting to know a straight answer. But my husband was ignoring me. As I watched him pet the black hairy, spider crawling on his right arm.
"It won't be long before the Dark Moon Worshipers shed light in the dark," Russell said. "Nobody will make me happier to see what becomes of our monster children to let the darkness rule the land. Only with your blood, I can make you into the most frightening monster worshiper to cover the whole town into total darkness, forever," Russell said.
I didn't want to believe any of this was really going to happen to me. That's when I screamed when I watched Russell, my husband, tossed the spider at Mr. Hunter's face.