“They’re more scared of you than you are of them,” I had mocked.
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Slowly, I backed into the corner as the spiders kept coming.
Bite-Sized Horror #12: Eight
“They’re more scared of you than you are of them,” I had mocked.
—
Slowly, I backed into the corner as the spiders kept coming.
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