[ WP ] Terrify me .

`` That's it ma'm. That'll take care of your bug problem, I guarantee it.'' The exterminator smiled confidently as the toothpick in his mouth made its way from one side to the other. He wiped his greasy hands on his overalls. 
 
 `` You're sure? You're positive?'' Amy asked, attempting ( and failing ) to hide the desperation from her voice. She flipped a lock of blonde hair from her face nervously. 
 
 `` Trust me, this is stuff right here is top-o'-the-line. Best stuff on the market, got ta have a license just to carry it. Your little creepy-crawlers do n't stand a chance.'' He gave the spray tank a pat as he said this before picking it up and walking out the door. He snuck one last glance at the uneasy young woman before he went. 
 
 Amy hated bugs. But more than any other bug, she hated spiders. She had been terrified of them her whole life. 
 
 She had awoken the last three mornings to find puffy pink bumps on her arms and legs. A quick Google search had confirmed her worst fear: spider bites. 
 
 Her paranoia had kicked in. She checked her blankets, the sheets, and even the pillow cases before going to bed. But it was no use, she could n't sleep. When she finally managed to doze off for an hour or so she would wake to find another puffy, itchy lump. 
 
 Once the exterminator left a wave of comfort and security washed over her. *Top-o'-the line. Best stuff on the market. * 
 
 Amy was exhausted. The nervous energy and constant paranoid tension had caught up with her. She was physically and emotionally drained. 
 
 I'll just take a little nap, she thought. Now that there's nothing to worry about. 
 
 Amy did her bed check routine again, just to be safe. Once she was satisfied that her bed was vacant of any eight-legged creatures she laid down and closed her eyes. She was fast asleep within minutes. *Do n't stand a chance. * 
 
 Amy woke up hours later to something gently tickling her hair. She gave her hair an unconscious flick of her hand. A moment later she felt something lightly making its way up her legs. Both of them. 
 
 Her eyes shot open, adrenaline immediately replacing any remaining drowsiness. She sat up and threw the blanket off. 
 
 Even in the dark she could see them, a dozen or more spiders eagerly crawling towards her from all sides of the bed. 
 
 Amy screamed. She began furiously swatting at her legs, desperately trying to bat them away. Before she could finish fighting them off something landed on her head with a soft thud. And then another. 
 
 Amy screeched with terror, the piercing sound cutting through the night like a knife. She leapt from the bed, flailing wildly. 
 
 Her feet hit the ground with a sickening splat. She had n't landed on carpet. The terrified young woman stood on crushed exoskeletons and squishy, wet bug guts. She ran for the light switch, her feet crunching and cracking with each terrible step she took. She flicked on the lights. 
 
 She tried to scream again but no sound escaped her lips. 
 
 There were thousands of them: spiders of all color, size and shape. And they were everywhere. They swarmed madly covering the floor and the walls, dropping down from the ceiling. And they were all moving towards her. 
 
 Amy tried vainly to move, to run, to scream. Anything. She was petrified, paralyzed by fear and shock. 
 
 She stood there helplessly as the horde overtook her. They crawled up her legs and her arms, and dropped down on her from above. They crawled into her still open mouth, frozen in a silent scream. They covered every inch of her body and then they began to consume her.
