The street outside the church is empty, with not a soul in sight. The sky is gray and seems to threaten snow. The pavement is rutted and worn, littered with loose cobblestones and other signs of disuses and disrepair. The only sound is the cold wind blowing, and the awful metallic squeak as it blows the iron gate open and shut.
gate to street, Outside Church
person
a spider spins its web in the pew corner
I am a black widow spider.  I am spinning my web.  I hope to catch something delicious.  I will sit and wait until something is caught in my web.  Then it is game over for them.
hello why are you out on this cold nihht? I lost my way... I'm trying to find something to eat will you help me look? I am curious, what do spiders eat? Anything available you tho are much too big. you try it and i will crush you under my foot I will out run you at every turn. This is my street and you a simple vistor. You realise i can kill you with just two fingers of mine? hahaha try me. dont force me to kill you Lucky you ive found a bug. that wont stop me from killing you