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Silent Web

by @93sbiker

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5 chapters

~13 min read

She bought the house in rural Poland to escape her past, but the 7-foot albino spider already living in the attic sees her as its new occupant. That night, he watches Erica shower, then slips into her bedroom to bare her sleeping body—while she dreams of a marble-white man whose six red eyes never blink.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Erica Nowak

A 32-year-old freshly divorced woman with fair, porcelain skin and chestnut hair she's let grow long as a quiet rebellion against her old life. Her body is soft but toned from years of yoga—round breasts, a narrow waist, and thighs that still remember dance classes she took in her twenties. She moves through her new house with the caution of someone who's been hurt, but there's a stubborn spark in her hazel eyes that refuses to be extinguished.

The Pale Watcher

A 7-foot-tall humanoid albino spider with the upper body of a marble-white man—sharp cheekbones, a blade of a nose, and six red eyes that never blink. Two pairs of human arms hang from his shoulders, while his lower half is a monstrous spider's body with legs like pale spears. He moves in utter silence, his skin cold and smooth like stone, and his gaze carries an ancient, patient hunger.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The Attic Watcher

Erica lets the hot water run down her back in the tiled bathroom, eyes closed as the steam curls around her. In the wall beside her, a seam of darkness shifts, and six red eyes fixate on her fair skin

The Weight Below

Through a spider-slit in the ceiling, six unblinking red eyes track the pale woman's hand trembling on the lamp switch. She stares at the ceiling, at a hairline crack she will never see him behind, an

The Dreaming Door

In her dream, Erica stands in a white void, the marble-white man before her, his six red eyes unblinking as he reaches out and touches her cheek—his skin cold, smooth, real. She wakes with a gasp, the

The Quilt Pulled Back

His fingers curl into the quilt bunched at her hip. With a slow, inexorable pull, he draws the covers down, peeling them from her shoulders, her chest, her legs. The lamplight falls on her body, clad

The Quilt Falls

The Pale Watcher's hand closes on the quilt at her hip, and he draws it down with a slow, deliberate pull, past her shoulders, past her chest, until the thin robe is all that covers her. He does not l