Scariest Moment of My Life (Revise) (483 hits)
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Submitted by mike <mikeeegeee.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2003-12-15 17:41:46 EST
My story begins as I just finish studying for one of the subjects I have exams over this week. So I walk down to my basement to play xbox or whatever and at the bottom of the stairs I see a horrifying site:
It's the biggest f**king spider I have ever seen. It's about two inches long and an inch wide. This is like one of those poisonous ones you always hear about. It almost didn't look real, like those stupid little joke plastic spiders you buy at a joke shop. So I asked my brother if he had put it there just to mess with me. He said no, so I called my two sisters down. They thought it was fake, but I told them to go get me a shoe anyways so I could beat the hell out of it, plastic or not.
Now, I am arachnophobic and have been ever since I saw the movie "Arachnophobia" when I was like 4. So naturally, I'm freaking out over this spider thing. So I told my sisters to go get me some shoes (two to put on in case the little bastard decides to try to bite me and one to smash it with), but my stupid twin sister Anne decides mentally "Oh screw you Mike, lets just blow on it to see if it's really real, then I'll get you your shoe." JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING ANNE?!?!?!!? The black hairy little bastard scurries under the door after she blows on it and goes into my storage room! So then my sisters finally get the shoes I requested and I go into the storage room with my pants tucked into my shoes to confront that god-forsaken waste of space.
I go in and take a quick look around. I see nothing, but thats mostly becuase I didn't hit the lights. I was afraid to because if the spider crawled up onto the switch and I touched it... omg I'd never be the same. I look in the dark dreary crack behind the door (a likely space for that fiendish spider to go) and there it was, in all of its horror. It scurried towards me as soon as I moved the door away to get a clear shot. "Oh my god!!" I'm thinking, and I blindly bashed at it in fury with the old shoe. I was successful. The monster was dead after roughly 8 hits. Actually it was probably dead after the first hit, but after the eighth hit I was satisfied. Agh, now I still have to worry about what if that bastard had babies and they are making their way through the walls into my room right now... Well if they are, they know not to mess with me. 'Cause I'll kill them. I'd kill them dead. Several times. Oh Jesus I hate spiders.
User Reviews
Submitted by Perplexd (user info) at 2004-01-16 14:04:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST
spiders scare me too
Submitted by Scott_James (user info) at 2003-12-15 22:32:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Not enough Baddass Australian Cows.
Submitted by dakingisdead (user info) at 2003-12-15 22:26:04 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I'm on the spiders side.
Submitted by Yes at 2003-12-15 20:53:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
wuss.
Submitted by otizzlebizzle (user info) at 2003-12-15 18:58:41 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Spiders don't kill people, people kill spiders.
I live in the South and spiders and consider spiders helpful because they eat mosquitos and other bugs. Plus -- if you believe in New Orleans voodoo -- killing a banana spider is bad luck.
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2003-12-15 17:51:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
stop reposting.
its not a fantastic story, but its an ok story.