Ben’s voice dropped even lower, his eyes searching mine for understanding. “I crawled under the tables, Mommy. And I saw a lady standing there. She had a sparkly dress and shoes like the ones you wear. But there were spiders crawling out from underneath her dress.”
I blinked, momentarily stunned. The earnestness in Ben’s eyes was unsettling, and for a moment, I wondered if his vivid imagination had simply gotten the better of him. It wouldn’t be the first time Ben had spun a fantastical tale. But there was something about the way he spoke that made my skin crawl, a chill that seemed to trace the path of his words.
“Ben, what lady? Where did you see her?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm and soothing.
