Stygia by Kitty Horrorshow 2012

About the Story

Another cold, rainy Stygian afternoon.

Rainy, anyway. That much you can observe. Cold is a different matter; the dead are insensate to things like ambient temperature. For better or worse. But everything sure fucking looks cold, the way a day-old corpse looks after being pulled out of a river, pale and slick.

You tip your head back and wipe brackish water from your brow. The black skyline crawls with movement and shimmers with the criss-crossing mesh of mile-long gossamer webs; the loathespiders are out in force.

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