She lies naked, sleeping on cool cotton sheets, pale moonlight filtering through the blinds. A spider tip-toes across her back, waking her with it’s nothing touch. ‘Just a breeze’, she tells herself, too terrified to move. Eight hairy legs slowly crawl along her spine. ‘It’s not real, not real’, she’s paralyzed with fear. Sticky mandibles nibble her hair as it creeps over her shoulder. She screams. Leaps from the bed. Turns on the light. Nothing there, nothing there, just the same old nightmare. She wraps herself in her duvet, silently sobbing.
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The spider watches, waiting for her to close her eyes.
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