I opened the rotten wooden door. Should I go in? Inside the room there where pots and jars filled with cloudy liquid, boxes where strewn across the dusty floor. In front of me, there was a dangling spider, eight eyes all staring at me, it’s legs moving in a hypnotic motion. A beam of light shone over me, in a flash it went, and thunder crackled above me. A figure stepped out of the dark shadows.