#play spider

[pestaside]

@creppycrawlie​

“Hello.” The real estate agent extended his hand for his new acquaintance to shake. “My name is Renfield. I’ll be helping you look for your new home.”

[claytoncleaver]

@creppycrawlie​

“I can’t be around you.”

John found her tempting and that was the last thing he needed. Every day the urge to stop in the middle of preparing dinner and walk out into the street wielding a large, sharp kitchen knife plagued the mortician. Every day his eyes lingered a little too long on the flesh propped up on the embalming table at work. John needed a break and this woman was not going to help him at all. He could just tell.

[horrorgirls-blog]

@play-spider

Lola looked at the other girl and smiled. She approached her, ready to make a new friend. “Hi! What’s your name?” She asked, softly.

[claytoncleaver]

@play-spider

John stared through the window, coffee in his hands growing cold. It’s been maybe ten minutes, maybe thirty; there’s no way to tell. Standing outside of people’s houses isn’t against his rule, but it should be at this point. It wasn’t stalking if he didn’t know the person inside, right?

[uneasydreams-blog]

@play-spider

“Hello! Would you be interested in purchasing some fabric at very low warehouse prices.” Gregor attempted a smile, despite his exhaustion.