The small unassuming door was the only one open to you. Doors were locked, and some had no handles. The stairs had fallen in, and the front doors where immobile. Coming here was a mistake, you hoped as you ran down that rotting hall, that it was not your last mistake.

Again, only one door remained open. It led to broken stately suite, with expensive and comfortable-looking furniture. The common room was once an anteroom to some of the private areas of the castle. Here the wallpaper and upholstery are coming apart but not to the extent of the previous room. But it is still covered in the samedire pall that pervades the rest of the estate.

Almost all the doors here two are broken. Molding and rotting panels reveal the destroyed section of the manor. You can see jagged planks and columns jutting out from behind the hastily sealed doors. To the right of them one door looks functional. An intact and painstakingly inlaid set of double doors in fact. The manor quivers behind you, and you enter.

A decadent room spreads before you. A once glorious ballroom, lay in ruins. The room has been partially collapsed, a victim of the same cataclysm that destroyed the earlier doors and now sits open to the sky. The full moon glares down imperiously from behind, filling the ruined room with cold light.
Overturned tables lay in heaps. Ruined curtains and fallen chandeliers dot the room. Squalor clings to the dusty ruins of the once glorious room, and thousands of spider webs lace the room with silver. That’s when you noticed the strands attached to you.

When you entered, you were distracted by the state of the ballroom that you wandered into a massive spider web. As you struggle to gain freedom, you notice fine black hairs appearing on your hands, then the extra legs, and the claws. The powerful jaws grow in next, and the great abdomen.

By the time you’re free of the web, you’re spinning the next one yourself. You have become the SPIDER
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December Patreonsketch: Lation
Theme: 2016 RECAP =Cursed Mansion=
Photoshop
2017
~Age