Aaron Abrams was just in the neighborhood (aspidercan) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-06-20 17:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | hubert west, spider-man |
Who: Archibald Black and Spider-Man
What: Spidey gets to sit in on a Black family reunion
Where: The Black Mansion
When: Monday night at 8 pm
Warnings: Cheesy one-liners, grotesque monsters, and massive amounts of violence against a certain spider
The lights of the Black Mansion turned yellow once the sun set, shining like amber jewelery through pines like eyes behind fingers. Surrounded by a cobblestone wall, the only true entrance was an iron gate that speared upwards in an ancient defense against thieves and murderers. A man didn’t have to go past this cold guardian without feeling ill at ease. Perhaps it was the perfect silence that brought a sense of dread or the strange geometry of slumped shadows inside the walls. It left a stale voice in the back of every creature’s head that told it to run from the unknown.
Past the gate, trees bent down towards the crumbling gravel road. They reached out mindlessly to tug, push and confuse intruders. The white columns of the mansion’s front steps offered false refuge from the dark woods; failing to hide a woman’s body sprawled out as a welcome mat. Someone stopped her as she attempted to slither away, arms dangling across steps so delicately they could spring back to life with the right set of wires and strings. The mansion’s front door was wide open to reveal the twin headed stairs that snaked up to the second floor in mirroring curves.
Everything was still. Holding its breath for instructions. In the very middle of the room, squarely between the staircases, was a small wooden table with a brass bell sitting on top.