Four years running, Cemetery of the Arachnids Curse has been weaving itself into a quiet Santa Clarita neighborhood—and the neighborhood has not been the same since. They say the curse was already here. The spiders just finished the job. Tombstones sit half-swallowed in silk. Coffins never made it to the ground. What should have been a resting place became a hunting ground, and the dead who remain are no longer alone in their plots. Some nights you hear the silk stretching. Some nights you hear something else. Walk the cemetery if you dare. Just don’t linger too long near the webs. They have a habit of reaching back.