The Missing Body
 
 He was dead.  That, I knew for sure.   Where the body had gone, though, that was the disturbing question.   It creeps me out a little, not knowing where the body is, wondering when and where I will find it, or would it be worse if I never did find it?   And perhaps, the worst question of all: who moved it, and why?   See, spiders don't really bother me that much.  Generally speaking, when I'm outside, they don't bother me at all.  That's their domain, and I am the guest there.  But in my own house is different, because that's my space.  And while I still don't really mind them, they do tend to startle me, the way they move so suddenly when their dark lairs are exposed.   That's when I first saw this one.  He was hiding under something that I moved, and our eyes met.  Now the other thing about spiders is that some are quite friendly looking, with a sort of "hey, I'm the enemy of your enemy, so let's be friends.  You don't kill me, and I will...
 
 
 
 
 
