Appearing as a smallish, dark spot on the wall in front of her, without her glasses, Edeana Winters couldn’t tell what it was. Then it moved.
Spider. And while she didn’t fear of them, she didn’t like them.
Her mind raced to a piece of trivia she’d learned years before, ‘We swallow at least nine spiders in over our life time while we sleep.’ She shuddered at the thought.
“How the hell does anyone know that?” she laughed, adding, “We’re supposedly asleep when it happens.”
Since she was sitting on the commode, in the dark and only half-awake, she unceremoniously wadded up some toilet paper and pounced. She had it bunched in the paper before it knew what had happened.
Next Edeana pushed the paper between her thighs, then turned on the seat and flushed. Feeling better, she returned to the task at hand, peeing and getting back to bed.
As she gathered another wad of paper, she felt a strange sensation move across her right butt-cheek. She stood up, flipping on the light to see what had caused it.
To her fright, a spider, the size of her hand, had crawled out of the sewer line and try as she might, she could not flush it down the drain. She quickly left the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Beneath the doorway, she could see the shadow of the spider, crawling, testing to see if it could escape. At seeing this, Edeana Winters decided she’d be better off sleeping elsewhere for the night and the Clown Motel was only a mile down the road.
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