I honestly don't know if this is Refract's Spider or Bruises' Spider, I just wanted to draw my version of Evil Peter. I'm still not happy with it but I've spent close to twelve hours on it and I refuse to scrap it so fts up it goes. (Click for better resolution, y'all know)
I would like to give a special f you to my dreams for deciding to be hella gorey a mix of psych, Midwest, and monster horror.
It would be so cool as a movie but I legitimately thought I was gonna die and that I was an old woman seeing generations of my family get torn apart and that my husband that got killed years ago was haunting me bc I never killed the monster that ate him.
I feel mildly traumatized.
Dream details below the cut
Most of the dream was dementia addled flashes of our family separating bc it wasn't safe and the aftermath of it. I didn't remember much before. I can probably describe what everyone looked like tho. The decals on the vans. The smell of rust and strong perfume and old leather inside the cabin parts.
My husband, Philip, had been chasing something and other things started chasing back.
I remember how we had to split up because so many of us were too good for the things chasing us. We would be sitting ducks even if we all ran at the same time. No the further apart we were the harder it would be for them to find us all.
I remember me and my younger family getting into 2 distinct cars. My 2 daughters and their kids in one, guarded by my husband. And me and our son and his wife and twin daughters in the other.
We had to look like scum bags. Change everything. Make the vans look beaten down and trashy. The things helping the chasers would take longer to recognize us.
And I remember watching toddlers and being confused why my kids were so young now. Hadn't I grown them all up? But oh a baby. And I remember strangers telling me to keep away I was dangerous for them.
And I remember a wedding. Oh it wasn't my wedding but it should have been. My husband and I had a wonderful wedding. Where is he? Where was my love? Where was Phil? I need to leave I need to find him.
Times spent staring at a drink trying to remember my own name. My sons name. That baby that keeps patting my hand what was it's name? Those girls that stop by what are they called?
And I remember gambling and hoping maybe I'd get enough money to get out of this park bc sitting so long will make them come. It'll make all the bad come. The face wearer and the long legs and the centipede skins.
The last dream I had as an old lady was the same one I had been having of my husband for years. It had been a version of him that was older than when he died, but I still recognized him.
He was standing with my outside our trailer while we we're both smoking. He kept saying "do you know? Do you still know? Are you still with them?"
Except this time instead of stopping and me waking up, he started crying and saying "I put you outside. Oh god I put you and Mary outside but I couldn't reach Amy and her babies".
And like before this I had gone to sleep on the couch like always next to my scratch cards in my empty of ash cigar bucket, and Amy had fixed my blankets and her sister had put the toddler away, bc Amy was in labour but at home waiting until it was further along to go to the docs, on hospital orders. She was so nice to me.
But instead of the dream ending when my husband cried, when I should be waking up next to stitched fabrics, my son came over. He was a lot older than when I last saw him. 50yr old man instead of the sweet 28 yr old boy with soft blonde curls I had parted with.
And he said "mama you need to help. Mama they're gonna get my kids" and then both of them, my Phil and my Danny, bashed their heads into the concrete of the road I was lying on now, until the road cracked like ice and I fell through.
I wake up on the road outside. Mary, she's right next to me, and she gets up just as I start screaming. Bc inside the house I can see it through the window.
It's the same thing that got my husband I can feel it inside. I imagined it so much different, I thought it maybe a man with a dog skull and Antlers, maybe smth mossy and long and big and bloody, but this has to be it.
And just as me and Mary start trying to get there it grins and starts attacking Amy who had finally started giving birth. She had came into the main room to phone the hospital, telling them to bring an ambulance bc she's finally dilated enough and doesn't want to wake anyone.
Me and Mary, who's maybe even more hysterical than I am, try and crush in the window bc the door is locked. There's no time tho, and the monster had left *nothing solid* of amy by the time we managed to get inside. Just trails of what used to be where the pieces fell down the wall and the glass. She didn't even have time to scream.
It darts out the door, as if it wasn't even locked, and it looks at me. I'm a lot different than it last ate my dreams, I know.
And it cackles.
It has a laugh just like my husbands and it grins using the face of my granddaughter and it waves with chubby baby fingers and let's out a wail that sounds like my daughter. Oh god where's my daughter? It's been so long.
And then it pats my cheek and disapears behind me in a run too fast for anything alive.
And then I wake up.
Dudes this was so scary for no reason. bro the weird dreams and the borderline torture of knowing people in flashes? That's enough I would have been properly terrified upon waking up. But noooooo! gotta add me actually seeing Mr evil 50 people draped together with spider legs and viscera of course of course.
Friggin. Looked like if a house centipede had a baby with Ungoliant and then decided to unleash it upon the world to steal people's body parts and try to shove itself in between the crevices of the skins. No bones just meat and legs.
I sat in bed for a solid 20 minutes in sheer terror and like in an attempt to figure out wtf just happened🥲
