A stolen ring fear of spiders a sinister stranger

It was dark under the bed. Ellice breathed out slowly and slipped her arm into the darkness until it was up to her elbows, grasping around blindly for the ring she had dropped.
Her mother had left her home alone for the first time. The air of the room was laced with the borrowed perfume from her mother's vanity table, and the carpet was littered with discarded clothes that were, in Ellice's eyes, not quite fit enough for her fancy tastes. Instead, her mother's wrinkled and forgotten wedding dress pooled around her ankles as Ellice squinted into the blackness, searching for the long abandoned wedding ring that had only moments ago been wrapped around her thumb.
Something brushed her fingertips, and Ellice smiled. Maybe she had discovered a new treasure under the bed. It rested on the back of her hand, something that felt deliciously like the lace of another buried wedding monument.  She pulled her hand out from the darkness, anxiously anticipating what she had not expected.
She shrieked.
The spider ran up her arm, leaving a trail of web from her thumb to her forearm; from her forearm to her shoulder. The silken web traced along her skin, the same colour as the wedding dress and the nightmarish texture of the same. Ellice shuddered, a scream dying in her throat as the spider creeped up her neck; the sensation causing her to tilt her head to the side out of discomfort.
The doorbell rang. Ellice jumped.
The web was gone, the spider vanished along with it. Ellice stared in wonder at her thumb, wondering how she could have imagined such a terrifying vision. Was it her imagination, or was there a white line across her skin, where the web had been just seconds before?
The doorbell rang. Ellice stood, still shaking from the lingering awareness of the creature at her throat. She ran to the bedroom door, tripping over the hem of her mother's wedding dress, and landing hard on the floor. Hissing with pain and curse words that only a seven year old would understand, Ellice started to push herself back up.
She froze. Two shadows were barely visible from the crack under the door, the shadows of two feet. A stranger outside the door.
The doorbell rang.
Ellice pushed herself up and reached hesitantly for the doorknob. Her mother had warned her not to let anyone in if they knocked or rang the doorbell, but the stranger was outside the bedroom, not the house.
The door creaked open, toward the inside of the room. Ellice wondered for a moment if it usually opened that way, but couldn't bring herself to remember properly. She stepped back, so as to avoid getting hit by the door.
A strange man stood tall above her, looking over her head and into the room. Ellice peered up at him, astonished by the way his suit cling to his bones like it was paint. He was thin, and tall. So tall that he ducked very low as he entered the room.
Ellice asked his name. He sat on the bed, still staring past her. She approached the bed and sat down beside him. She asked again, and he grunted.
He held out his hand, still staring into the distance. Ellice drew away from him as she noticed the small spider running down his arm. Her toes curled with the shudder that raked through her.
As the spider reached his wrist, his hand snapped open.
The wedding ring was placed delicately in the palm of his hand, a plain gold band that almost anyone could afford. Ellice reached out, itching to snatch it away from him, but as soon as her fingers touched his skin his hand closed.
She asked for him to give her back the ring. He stared at the door. She asked again, and he grunted.
Ellice kicked her feet against the bed and cocked her head to the side. She couldn't decide what to do.
She stood. Ellice brushed the wrinkles out of the front of the wedding dress and turned so she was facing the man. He stared through her.
"Well, aren't you going to say your vows?" Ellice asked, clasping her hands over her chest.
The man looked at her. She couldn't tell whether he was serious or amused, but his lips twitched and he held the ring out again. She tapped her foot impatiently.
The man stood, letting the ring fall to the ground.
"You look just like your mother."
Ellice bent to pick up the ring, and when she straightened, the man had disappeared. She was vaguely aware of the scent of cologne in the air around her, lingering with the fading smell of her mother's perfume.
The doorbell rang.
Ellice stripped off the dress and returned to the jeans she had been wearing before. She ran down the stairs, her body feeling lighter without the burden of silk weighing her down.
At the door, a man in a uniform stood. He held a box, with a flag of their country engraved upon it. His face looked twisted as she opened the door, and he asked if her mother was home.