Talk:Ushi-Oni/@comment-70.192.4.153-20141114034432/@comment-172.56.4.66-20141125154150

My arachnophobia kicks in at full force, and I run away screaming like a mad man. I shut up long enough to get her off my tail, and I run to my secret room that's unknown to my wife and full of supplies for survival and emergencies, and bar the door. I crawl up into fetal position and rock myself while trying to adjust to the new reality that i'm being hunted by a monster and that I'm going to live in the basement for the rest of my life.

Months have passed by, and the emergency rations is almost depleted. Made friends with a doughnut, a cookie, and a water bottle. "I don't need real friends when I have you guys!" I said in a crazed expression, and laughed hysterically.

"Darling? Is that your voice?" said a shockingly familiar voice.

Shock and fear welled up inside me and us expressed on my face. As she tries to ram the door down reapeatedly, the only thing I'm capable of doing was to stand up, stare at the source of the banging, and overflow with tears as she comes for me.

The door breaks apart.