Spiders have always scared the shit out of me. I can't explain why, really, all I know is that the fear is there, peering around every corner with eight, sharp, hungry eyes. Sometimes at night I feel them crawling on me, try to sneak their fangs into my skin. Then I wake up and realize that they are not there. I know they are somewhere in my room, though; they're probably hiding within the myriad of papers stacked on our desk. Sometimes, when I'm half asleep and playing a game on the computer, I see something sneaking out of the corner of my eye. Paranoia? Probably, but,still, the fear is there all the same. They say that you're never more than two feet from a spider at all times. So, they're there, waiting for me to drop my guard, waiting for me to sleep so they can invade my dreams. So, here I am, sitting at the computer looking at the clock; it says it is three in the morning. I'm not too terribly surprised, honestly, but I don't want to sleep, because when I do, I'll feel their hairy legs brush against my body, their fangs hovering inches above my face, and their eyes glaring into mine, practically seeing the fear that they perceive. I'm terrified. Looks like another night without sleep. I keep seeing something, though, something that I'd rather not see: a spider sneaking down a strand of my hair.