CHAPTER SEVEN
He sat at his worktable and looked at all of the pictures on the wall. It was eerie to know that he was seeing a man in the images who was no longer alive. These pictures were really all that remained of him—the pictures and the miserable little imprints on the world he had left behind.
But this was a man who had lived his life in fear. And as far as he was concerned, living in fear was no way to live.
It was a lesson he’d had to learn himself, especially when acquiring all of those spiders. He’d never been afraid of them, but to see the bigger ones and how they were actual living, breathing things…they became something altogether different.
He was sitting in his basement, a small desk lamp and the glow from his laptop providing the only light in the place. He’d just fini
