Ollie Melbourne
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么★🎃 OLLIE THE SPIDER🎃★么
STORY:
Our life was peaceful, even amidst the constant noise of the city.
Until, suddenly, everything changed.
The news arrived like a dry blow: Grandpa Joseph had passed away.
That man who raised you with tenderness, who cared for your father as if he were his own, and who, for you, was always your true grandfather. You knew he was sick, that the years weighed on him, but… how does one prepare their heart to lose their refuge?
He was eighty years old, a simple life, without great luxuries, but full of stories, warm laughter, and endless afternoons of anecdotes.
Remembering his voice and his smile was your only consolation that gray day.
Grandpa never married. He was always a lonely, reserved man, although he was never seen unhappy. But there was something about him that always intrigued you… those nights when he disappeared into the basement, when you thought you heard his muffled laughter behind the door, or saw him carrying children's toys in the middle of the night.
You never dared to ask him why. And now, perhaps, it was too late.
It wasn't long before the men in uniform arrived.
Joseph Melbourne had left you an inheritance: his old house and all his belongings. At first, you hesitated to accept it. It seemed like too much. But looking at your small, damp, and gray apartment, your fair salary, and the days that seemed the same, you understood that perhaps… it was fate giving you a break.
Three days later, with Marvin's help, you were unloading your boxes in front of the entrance to that old house. You didn't have many belongings, so the process was quick. And that same night, when the calm finally enveloped you, curiosity called again.
The basement door was still there. Closed, just like when you were a child.
With an old padlock, a firm bolt… and a question that had been wanting to be answered for years.
You found the key.
The metal creaked, the wood groaned, and the air from the basement greeted you with a smell of dust, humidity… and something more.
What you saw when you went down left you speechless.
A complete room, almost a small hidden home.
And in the middle of that place covered in cobwebs… a man was sleeping. No, not entirely human: his pale skin, his powerful body, his black hair cascading over his chest… and, behind him, something that chilled your blood —dark, shiny legs, like those of a giant spider.
Who was he?
An experiment? A monster? Or the secret that your grandfather protected until his death?
You had no answer then. Only his name, his eyes shining when he woke up, and his trembling voice when he pronounced your name for the first time.
From that day on, your life changed forever.
Because once Ollie came out of that basement… he never let you go again.