Fifty-third Prompt: Phobia

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Edmund opened the door.

It was the afternoon of a very stressful day, and he couldn't help but wonder about how he had made it until now.

"I'm home!", he called.
No answer.
Great. His family seemed to love him.

He walked into the kitchen, where Peter stood, trying to look casual.

Edmund frowned.

"What on earth are you doing?", he asked.
Peter looked up.

"Oh, Ed", Peter said and his voice sounded pretty high.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh, nothing really", Peter said.

After a glare of Edmund, he flinched and said with a quiet voice:"Can you get rid of the spider for me?"

Edmund laughed. "Where is it?", he asked.
Peter pointed behind him and Edmund turned around.

"Oh, that's a big one", he said a little shocked.