Requested by Bethany... Modified by Me.

"By God," she whispered, "Where could that spider have gone?"

Danielle, frozen with terror, sat crouched on her bed. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for the furry little arachnid.

"Fuck," she murmured, relaxing a bit. "It's just a little spider. What's it gonna do?"

"Oh, I'll tell you what I'll do," came a voice. "I'll crawl into your open mouth when you're asleep. I'll make an egg sack on your tonsil, and in the morning I'll be vacationing in your left lung."

"EEEEEEEK!" Danielle ran up the stairs to her parents.

"What's the matter with you?" her dad asked.

"There's a spider in my room. I don't know where he is, but he's going to make an egg sack on my tonsil and vacation in my left lung."

"Are you retarded?" her mom spat, staring Danielle down.

Danielle glared. "Thanks for helping with my self-esteem, Mom. And no, I'm not retarded. I swear to God, there is a spider in my room and it talks. And it has every intent on filling my lungs up with spiders. In a few weeks, I'll have spiders pouring from my mouth and nose. You'll see. You'll all see."


And oh, did they ever.
In a few weeks, Danielle lay seizing on her bed, spiders pouring from her mouth and nose, laughing all the way.