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My Worst Nightmares

Phobos, god of fear, drags me into a dark room. I am still whimpering, but not as loudly now because he is beginning to control me. He smiles, and his rotting teeth turn into tiny Black Widows which crawl all over me. Phobos suspends me over a pit of...something. Sharks? Giant Bugs? I shudder. I am starting to lose it, my vision turning awry and strange beasts jumping out at me from every corner of the dark, dark room. Then they come.
The Spiders.

First small, ordinary house spiders, then bigger ones, crawling closer and closer to me until they are scuttling at the hems of my jeans. Then spiders that are most definately an unnatural size and make a disconcerting clacking noise with oversized talons. (Do spiders even HAVE talons?). Then huge, mammoth Black Widows, spewing pus and blood and covered with the entrails of their last victims...

My heart is beating far too fast now, painful actually in its intensity. I am bleeding where the spiders crawl up my legs and bite me, bruised where Phobos grabbed me earlier. I can feel the poisons of the spiders working their way through my veins, systematiclly, creepily. I may live another five minutes, or I may be breathing my last breath now... but I can no longer scream. I am gone, retreated into the innermost depths of my brain to save my senses from the terror outside of my body. My eyes are squeezed shut, my gray-blue Athena eyes. Not like brains can save me now.

My Worst Nightmares begin to crawl under my eyelids, boring into my irises with sharp, metallic fangs. I reach out to push them away, but my fingers go through air...