The Willie Monster

We arrived in Breb, our little medieval village, tucked on the end of the Carpathian mountains in Northern Transylvania on May 12th 2009. “Daddy” Claudia said “ Will there be any water in the house when you arrive?” “No” “Shower” No” “ washing machine” No Toilet” Um sort of Claudia” Claudia smiled that ‘ only my dad can say things like that’ smile “What do you mean sort of Dad?” There is a toilet in the garden, you know, the ones that have a whole cut in a plank of wood and… “Daddy, how long will it take for you to put a toilet and shower in the house?” Two weeks Um… can me and Angus go and visit Grandma for… three weeks whilst you sort it all out?” followed by the big big ‘ please daddy’ smile. I woke up in the middle of the first night needing the service of a clean, polished normal toilet. “ Oh shit” I said out loud as I remembered where we were putting my shoes on. I crept out into the garden and followed the path the neighbor had cut with his ‘ grim reaper’ scythe to show me the way. I lifted the rusting latch using the light from my mobile phone. There was a huge black spider around head height in the crease of the doorway. I shone the light down into the black hole, but like the one in the sky, no light penetrated it. ‘If a big black spider lives up there’, I thought as I turned around to sit down ‘What lives down there?’. I dropped...