Arachnophobia

She despised the very existence of those foul creatures.

They were everywhere and she knew they were. They hid in every corner, behind every picture frame, in every cabinet, under every sofa and just watched. And she knew they were watching.

What creature or being would sit and hid just for the sake of it? No, they were watching her. Always watching.  Never doing anything. Just bidding their time till her guard was down.

She could feel their small beady eyes follow every limb as it moved, watched every muscle of her body as she twitched. She knew they were smiling their evil smiles that only the devil himself could have created, as she slept at night. Yet they did nothing, and not giving away a single part of their master plan that they had in store for her. That was the part she hated more than looking at them.

Then one day, they sprang into action. At first, she didn't notice. Not caring as she went around her daily routine. Cleaning her room, doing the odd jobs around the house that her parents asked her to do, played a game or two on her computer. Bit and bobs of fun around her business of the day.

The moment she wanted to go to sleep was the moment she noticed their change. Hanging around her room, sitting in their beds they expertly crafted while she wasn't around. Their tiny little squeals that sounded too much like laughter as she sunk into a clear corner. Away from the beasts that infested her room.

A big one began to move closer, causing her in voluntarily scream. She tried to make herself smaller as she pushed herself further into the corner. She cried for her brother, her Dad and as it laugh grew deeper as the creature grew bigger in front of her, she screamed for anything. The room grew smaller and the door felt like it was miles away as it continued to grow. Continued to laugh. Continued to fuel itself with her fear.  

After observing her for months and months tirelessly. This was their chance for revenge. Revenge for all their brothers, sisters, mothers, father, husbands, wives, sons and daughters she had killed. They knew they only had one shot to kill her with the thing she feared most. And this was their only chance.

She screamed as the giant creature dived at her, fangs dripping with venom that would kill her in seconds. Her life flashed before her eyes as she screamed her good bye to the world.

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“Can you just please kill it!” She screamed as her Dad laughed at her. She still held a broom in her hands and refused to let her guard down while it was still residing in her room.

“But you’re screaming because of this little thing?” Her Dad laughed pointing at a small creature that sat as still as a rock.

“Yes! Now please just get rid of it!” She begged. Her Dad just laughed and captured it in a transparent tub and held a piece of cardboard underneath.

“Aww, put it’s so cute!” He said stepping closer to her.

“DAD!!” She screamed dropping the broom and running into the corner of her room.

"Okay, okay! Getting rid  of it." He said and let it scuttle out of the tub onto the window sill. "It's gone, Sweetheart." She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding.

"I hate spiders...." She growled.