By
Craig Wilson
I’m
stuck in a storage room, with a black tarantula.
It
looks like it’s been infected by the T-Virus.
I
don’t have any weapons, and I’m defenceless.
The
mutant black tarantula stares at me cruelly.
It crawls
along the floor, slowly and stealthily.
Am against
the wall, and I pray for some aid.
All
of a sudden, the storage room door opens.
I run
out of the room, and escape the nightmare.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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