Fifth Blog

There was a red baseball cap sitting next to the sewer drain. I picked it up and looked at it Jeff was written on the tag, "hmm?" I said. I set it back on the curb, leaving it for Jeff, hopefully. Nothing looked out of place with the mailbox,  for some reason I noticed a parked car with it's lights on up the street, suddenly their lights went off. "Well, everything looks in place here, no need to do any further investigating." I said to myself. I gathered my stack of junkmail and netflix from the mailbox and scurried back into my house.

"What, movies did ya get eh?" she said in a Canadian accent. "Summerslam 1988" I replied, in an Indian accent. "What the hell is that" she asked disgustedly. Just then a huge cracking sound could be heard from the outside, it didn't sound like lightning because it was sharper, it was then that one of the biggest spiders I have ever seen goes flying across the floor towards us, she runs out of the way screaming, I practically piss myself, I start randomly stomping on the floor trying to kill this ungodly sized creature, and at the same time I hear several more sharp bangs, except now I am certain that they are gun shots, so I'm distracted for a few seconds, not noticing the spider is now crawling up my leg, when it gets to my knee I fling it off of me and she swats it to the ground where I proceed to stomp until there was no more life left in the beastly spider.