There I was running into an army of spiders, which in my opinion was pretty stupid but what other choice did I have. I tried swinging at the daddy long legs, but it wasn’t as effective as it should be. I did get to hit 2 to 4 spiders at a time. I wasn’t feeling it that was when I tried smashing them. In a way it was more effective. The spider’s defenses were weak in comparison to the amount of health they had. So, when I smashed them they were dying that easily.

By smashing I was starting to kill the spiders one by one, but I wasn’t getting anywhere. There were about a thousand plus spiders that weren’t killed yet. I had to resort back to swinging the club. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! SKRA! SKRA! SKRA! Was all I heard every time I swung the club and every time a spider was hit. If I was a little bit stronger I would have been able to kill the spiders with every swing.

With every kill I was starting to get a sadistic pleasure from killing something that plagued me with fear for a long time. Well, that was until I heard “SHSBE SJBSB SJBS.” The spiders stop attacking me and some started crawling on the walls and others started to go on the ceiling.

I had a blank look on my face before I said with every fiber in my being “I f***ing hate spiders”. “SHD SJS SLSKL” I don’t know what that stupid ugly leading daddy long leg spider said, but I figured it said, “jump the fool” because that was what they did.

The spiders on the ground started crawling to attack me. The spiders on the wall started jumping at me. The spiders on the ceiling that were closer to me started falling on me. Though the daddy long legs were pretty small in comparison to my size I swear I could see their ugly fangs staring right at. They wanted to tear me apart.

I did what any sane person would do in a situation like this, without a way out. I started swinging the club erratically. This was working for the first five seconds until the daddy long legs started crawling on me. I almost had a heart attack, right then and there. When I say I almost had a heart attack I meant I felt my heart stop beating for a quick two seconds. This was the scariest thing to happen to me in my life. Not my interpretation of a heart attack, but spiders crawling on me.

My body started to freeze from the tip of my toes all the way to the last hair on top of my head. I was so frozen up with fear that nothing was working. I might have pissed myself if it wouldn’t have been extremely embarrassing.

I felt an innumerable amount of tiny legs crawling on me. They started from my legs crawling upwards. I started feeling tiny nibbling here and there. A spider from the ceiling fell on top of my head then another and another until my head was filled with them. I felt them trying to bite me, but their fangs weren’t strong enough to cause me harm. The spiders seem to understand their biting was pointless. They started using their legs to scratch me. It felt like an itch that I just couldn’t reach.

In this case I actually couldn’t move. I wanted to, but my arachnophobia just wouldn’t let me overcome my limits. I kept on trying to urge my body to swat the spiders from my head and from my body. Instead my arms felt like they were moving through molasses. At this point I was losing faith in controlling my body and was about to give up and die. I didn’t see myself losing any health, but I felt it inching away little by little.

Just when I was about to lose the last bit of resistance I head left in me something that shook me to my very being happened. One of the spiders that was on top of my head crawled onto my face. I saw its beady eyes looking straight into my soul. I saw its fangs glistering with saliva inching closer to my eyes. At that point I lost it.

“Get the f*** off of me KNOW,” I yelled with so much force I felt like I was about to pop a vain in my face. I felt something evil and sinister in me snap. I lost all control over my body. I felt my consciousness being pulled back and an animalistic will take over me. I know it was all in my mind, but that was exactly how it felt like.

I felt a smile creeping up my face without my control. If I were looking in the mirror I would see a smile more sinister than the devil smiling back at me. My neck started moving to the left then to the right all the time I heard cracking sounds. Then it slowly came back to the center, staying there for half a second before it tilted to the right. My eyes were staring right into the spider’s soul. I think I saw it soul tremble as it looked back into my soulless predator like eyes.

The spider tried crawling back on top of my head to escape my gaze, but it was to late. My hand was already zoning onto it. I caught the spider before it could move its legs away. I grabbed its trembling body into my hands and brought it in front of my eyes. I saw it trying to shift its eyes away from mines, but I brought it closer to my soulless eyes. When its gaze landed into my eyes its body went limp. There was no more resistance, no more trying to get away it just accepted its fate just like that. I took the spider away from my eyes and showed a smile to it that was screaming psychopath. The spider started to squirm again, and my smile became deeper and deeper. It was a smile of pure unadulterated violence and evil. I brought the squirming spider closer to my mouth. Then I opened my mouth and snapped the spiders head off with my teeth and started chewing on it and then I swallowed it. I threw the rest of the body on the grown like it was a piece of garbage.

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The entire time I watched myself do this the more I became afraid of myself. I would never in a billion years thought I could do something like this without blinking. Well in my offense I wasn’t the one controlling my body which gave me a slight comfort. When I ate the spiders head I wanted to puke and spit the thing out of my mouth, but that didn’t happen. I wasn’t in control of my body anymore.

My body turned to face the spiders and I felt the smile creeping back on my face. The spiders started to crawl back trying to get away from what they perceive to be a crazy person. “IBSSj SJBs SJBS,” said the leading spider. All the spiders stopped moving back and started to come back to me.

My body started to laugh in a cynical manner. I felt my arm tightening around the club and my other hand reached on top of my head and started squeezing some spiders to death. Everywhere that hand went another spider ended up dead. My head looked down and stared at the spiders on my legs. The spiders met my gaze and wanted to escape, but weren’t able to due to the leading spider’s orders. I bent over to have a closer look at them and said, “hi.”

[Fear stat generated]

The spiders were already scared from my past actions and gaze were now shaken up more from me speaking to me. My voice must have sounded like the devil to them. When I heard the notification in my head I didn’t get to hear what it said, but whatever it was made the spiders start to tremble especially the ones that were still on my body.

My hands reached out for the daddy long leg closest to me and squeezed it to death. After squeezing the spider to death my hands were brought up close to my face. There I seen some surprisingly looking green blood. I’m not sure if the blood color was due to them becoming part of this sick reality or that their blood was already like this before. Well at that point it didn’t really matter because my hands were brought closer to my mouth. I felt my mouth open and out came my tongue. I licked the green spider blood from my hands.

I felt squeamish when it happened. This wasn’t something I would do in my life. I didn’t even eat broccoli until I met April and I still didn’t eat it willingly. I was set in my ways and this wasn’t something that would ever happen. I don’t know what was controlling my body to do these disturbing acts, but I wanted it to stop. If it were my instincts making me do these things then I don’t know what I would do at the moment. If it were another entity in my body doing these actions, then I would have to get rid of it at all cost. I WASN’T going to let anyone or anything get control of my body EVER.

I spat out the green blood from my mouth. It seems even without my control I still wouldn’t eat something so disgusting. After spitting out the spider’s blood from my mouth, the creepy smile disappeared from my face and an angry threatening scowl replaced it.

The spiders on me and the spiders closest to me started to slowly ebb away again. “IBSSj SJBs SJBS,” said the leading spider again. This time the spiders didn’t immediately come back towards me. They were torn between the terror of me and the terror of their leader. When they started to hesitantly comes towards me again it was apparent who was scarier to them. My scowl became deeper, it seems the spiders hurt my body’s pride. It was funny since I didn’t think I would have any other emotions other than pure violence. I was wrong, I felt a blinding rage starting to build up.

My hands around the club tightened up and then I heard a crack. It didn’t matter to my body because in the next moment I felt my arm swing the club. Five to seven spiders were hit and were smashed on the wall. Their green blood started flowing down the wall creating a creepy atmosphere. Seeing this the anger in me found an outlet. My body looked at the club in its hand and smiled at it.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! was heard every time the club was swung and every time the club was swung five to seven spiders were splatted against the wall. The violence was making my body smile again and every time the spiders died I chuckled sadistically.

When swinging the club wasn’t enough thrill for my body it started stomping and bashing on them. The hallway was filled with my chuckle. If my body were to turn around it would see the goblin trembling as it fought the spiders next to me. It wasn’t trembling due to the spiders anymore, but trembling from the fear of me. The goblin started to swing its club faster trying to get away from me. Though it did all this the spiders were unending. It was starting to fall into despair, but the thought of getting away from me kept it going.

In my consciousness I seen all the violence I’ve committed thus far and honestly was quite happy. I wasn’t happy about the sadistic chuckle or anything like that. The fact that my body was killing the spiders was good enough to give me a smile. I even started cheering for my body to kill them.

The spiders saw me killing their brethren they started to lose their fear of me little by little and started to fight back. I wanted to congratulate them for doing something I didn’t have the guts to do. It was honestly stupid, but brave.

The spiders were starting to fight back to no avail. No matter how much came to fight me all of them ended dead. But no matter how much I killed there was still an army of them left.