Excuse any typos I make - I got 2 hours sleep last night.
My mum just got a new house and last night was the first night I was to sleep in said house. The previous day I had been sitting on the floor drawing, with a box on my knee to lean on. All of a sudden out of nowhere a spider emerged from behind the box and crawled across the paper. I, shaken by the sight, stood up and dropped the box and paper.
Unfortunately I could not find the spider again and hope of annihilating it was lost.
But I'm pretty sure it was angry with me, for what happened the following night.
Like I said, that night was the first night I was so sleep in the house. I didn't really want to, there are boxes everywhere and it's just not comfortable yet. I settled down to bed at 11, a reasonable time considering I had school the following day. There was a movie on, Cruel Intentions 2...it sucked and played up to the male fantasy that all girls (especially school girl) are sluts and want nothing more than for guys to fuck them. I'm sure there was meant to be some sort of irony in this, or that the movie was not to be taken seriously; I did not see it this way.
Then came the first of the doom spiders, it was on the roof just above the bed. It being 12:30 or so, the spider being so small and I, still pissed of by the film, lead me to be rather brave. I killed it, fast and humane.
But still I was shaken. Another spider appeared at the doorframe, now I'm freaking out. Where did they all come from? I tried to kill this one to, but it somehow eluded me, disappearing as if into thin air.
Now I was scared. Very scared. Yet another spider appeared. This was the evil one. I stayed always out of reach but darted teasingly from side to side, dropping down a few inches on it's web...and climbing slowly back up. That was the last straw, now I'm crying and hyperventilating. I'm surprised I didn't wake my brother who was in the next room. For about two hours I waited, breathing irregularly, willing the spider into a position where I could trap it and obliterate it. No such luck.
It must have been about half two, three in the morning. I was tiered. The lack of sleep I had had the night before was taking its toll on me as I started to hallucinate, my throat was dry and sore from my breathing as was my chest and stomach. Things started looking strange, I could hear hundreds of tiny spiders behind the curtains, flashes and darting shadows framed my vision.
The spider made a mistake, in trailed down just a little to far, into my reach. I waited till it was perfectly in place...and I ended it's little life.
To Be Continued