Arachnid Invasion
Nov 8 · 3 min read
I write to you, my readers, as a scarred and fearful shell of who I used to be. I cannot sleep, I am always looking over my shoulder, and my mind spins with the terrible possibility of when the next encounter will occur. I’ve dealt with his kind before: sneaky, seemingly unobtrusive, yet malevolent beings, intent upon destroying my peace of mind and any possibility of REM sleep.

