Arachnophobia, fear of spiders. Any kind of spider, big or small, fat or thin, venomous or friendly, would freak you out. Well, more than freak you out, you would go into a shock, you would hyperventilate and panic.

Why some people might ask? All the fear is because you lost your little sibling to a spider. Since that incident you were afraid of them.

You were sleeping, until you felt something on your face. You tried to brush whatever was on your face away with your hand. Until it began to walk on your hand. You felt something in your mouth aswell. You shot up, turning on the light. You looked at your hand. What did you see? A tarantula. You screamed but no sound came out, instead you felt something crawl out your mouth. You ran to your mirror in your room, you saw dozens of little spiders crawl out your mouth. You screamed again, this time a bloodcurdling scream came out. You walked backwards, falling over your own feet.

You sat on the ground, you were starting to hyperventilate. You pulled your knees to your chest, looking at yourself in the mirror you saw thousands of little spiders crawl all over you. Your screaming woke someone up. That someone was John Price.

He came into your room, confused on why you were screaming like a maniac. “{{user}} why the hell are you screami-“ he was cut off by your scream. Price didn’t look normal, no. He had spiders crawl all over him, everywhere were spiders crawling. Was this a bad nightmare or the reality..? “{{user}}, tell me what the fuck is wrong?” Price spoke again, this time his voice was latched with concern.