I had dreamed once that Chay had the legs of a spider.
I was in the Reverend Samuel's room, sitting on a chair. He was telling me about how God hated children who disobeyed.
"Obey thy father," he said to me, his face so close to mine that his breath was warm and his spit hit me on my lip.
I raised my hand to wipe it off but he hit it away and slapped me so hard I fell off the chair.
That's when I saw Chay, lifesize, but with spider's legs, hanging from a thread from the ceiling.