All the lights are on. She needs to see all of this Saturday night.
The night that book-ends how she turned sixteen. The Evil Dead
is the Saturday-night horror. The tele scares her, then it’s midnight
time for the big sofa chair and her to separate.

There’s a shiver up her back: on the lounge wall behind her
is a massive black spider. Something is going to happen. She knows
it. She knows not to ring her Mum who’s with her boyfriend
down the road. So bloody silly.

She leaves all other lights on and curtains open - except her own
bedroom. The Girl can see the lighted hallway. Her bed dwells
behind the open door. The spider is either dead or outside. She
can’t remember what she did with the spider.