Crawling with Fear
By Erin Gonyeau
"Hey Ari, what's up?" Rachel asked as she picked up the phone.
"Hey, uhhh so I just saw this thing on my arm that nearly gave me a
heart attack," Arianna started.
"Ohhh, you saw your new tat, huh? I still can't believe you
"Holy crap, it is a tattoo! When did I get it? Why did I
get it? And how come nobody stopped me?"
Rachel chuckled, "Well, you got it last night after you, me, Jake,
and Liz went out for drinks. You got it to 'face your fear of
spiders' and nobody stopped you because we were all drunk and
thought it was a great/ hilarious idea."
"Yeah, real hilarious, Rachel. That's horrible! Now I
have this creepy-ass spider on my arm for the rest of my life!"
"Ari, listen. It's not that bad. And hey! Maybe if
you hate it that much you could go on that Tattoo Nightmares show
and change it into a freaking unicorn or something. But
anyways I have to go, so just relax and I'll talk to you later."
"Wait, Rachel…" Arianna was cut off by the beep of the disconnected
Great. This is just fantastic. Arianna thought to herself as
she walked over to the mirror above her dresser. Arianna was a very
tall girl, with straight, black hair that almost reached the middle
of her back. She liked to have fun and wasn't afraid of most
things, and that fire was shone in her bright green eyes. She
turned her left arm to face the tattoo towards the mirror.
When she didn't see it, she turned her right arm and found it.
That's weird. I could've sworn it was on my left arm before.
Disregarding that fact since she was still a little groggy from
having just woken up, she leaned closer to the mirror. The
spider had beady, red eyes, which matched the red hour glass shape
on its back.
Black widow. Of course I had to choose the deadliest spider to
stain into my arm forever.
Disgusted with the tattoo, she walked out of her room and into the
kitchen to make some coffee. Waking up screaming really did
wonders for her headache, which was now ten times more
painful. Arianna put in the k-cup and pressed the button on
her Kureg. The curtains were pulled closed in front of the
windows to prevent any sun from seeping in because bright light was
the last thing Arianna wanted. She let her coffee make itself
as she sat down at the small, wooden table and buried her head in
her arms. Thoughts about how big of a mistake she made,
clouded her mind. She was beyond upset, and just felt like
going back to bed to sulk for the whole day, which is exactly what
did after she drank her coffee.
The next day, Arianna woke up to find four pin-prick sized dots on
her left arm. Each dot was paired with another, giving the
appearance of bite marks. Arianna's eyes shifted up to the top
of her arm, to find her tattoo. She shook her head in
disbelief. What? How is it back on my left arm? I know
for a fact it was on my right. And where did these bite marks
come from? I must be losing it or something.
Arianna looked at her right arm to make sure there wasn't a tattoo
there, and sure enough, she found nothing but bare skin.
Confused, she got up and got dressed. She looked at her tattoo
in the mirror and sighed. Although, she quickly realized that
the tattoo looked a little bigger today than it had yesterday.
It almost looked like it had gained some weight.
Ewww! Ugh, God. What, is it growing now? Arianna let out
a frustrated moan and fell back onto her bed, covering her face with
"God, I hate my life," she groaned.
Arianna stood up and made her way into the living room. She
needed to watch some T.V. to distract herself and get her mind off
of this stupid tattoo. As she was flipping through channels,
she felt a very subtle itch on her left arm. She scratched it,
but it didn't go away. This itch was different; it was right
under the surface of her skin, and it almost tickled. She
looked down and saw a big, black figure moving down her arm.
Arianna jumped from her chair when she realized that the black
figure was her tattoo. She actually saw the tattoo crawling
down her arm, under her skin, like it was alive. She screamed
and smacked it with her right hand, as if that would kill it.
The spider stopped for a moment, but then continued moving,
unfazed. Arianna didn't know what to do and she stumbled
backwards, screaming, trying to somehow run away from the
spider. She bumped into the wall and unintentionally scraped
her arm against a nail that was holding up a picture. Blood
began to seep out of the relatively large cut, just as the spider
began to make its way back up her arm. It crawled at a
brilliantly fast pace, desperate to reach the cut. Arianna
could do nothing but watch in horror as a single, black leg emerged
from her skin. It formed a hook shape, clinging to the outside
of her arm. She could feel the tiny hairs on the leg, rubbing
against her exposed flesh. Arianna held onto her strength and
fought to keep conscious, as she could feel it slipping away.
She grabbed a pair of tongs attempting to pull the spider out.
She pulled slightly, exposing its tiny, black head with horrifyingly
red eyes that were fixed on her. Arianna couldn't do it
anymore, and she dropped the tongs on her white tiled floor, that
was now stained with spots of blood, and slipped into a state of
unconsciousness. The spider immediately crawled back into her
skin and moved from her arm to her neck, disappearing, completely
submerged in her flesh.
* * *
Arianna woke up on her kitchen room floor, surrounded by spots of
dried up blood. She pushed as hard as she could through the
fog that clouded her memory of the events before she passed
out. She knew something had happened with her arm because
there were spots of dried blood there too. And she knew the
tattoo was involved too. She suddenly remembered what had
happened and almost passed out again from the thought of it.
However, this time she forced herself to stand up and reach for the
phone. She had to call someone for help. She needed to
get this creature out of her body.
Arianna grabbed her phone and began dialing, "9-1," but stopped when
she felt like she was going to throw up. She dropped her phone
and bolted towards the bathroom. She could feel the spider
moving in her throat. Tears were pouring down her face, as she
stopped to look in the mirror. She couldn't see the spider,
but she could definitely feel it…or them.
She suddenly felt more than eight legs crawling up her
esophagus. She leaned over the toilet and threw up.
However, there was no vomit, only spiders. Thousands of baby
spiders poured from her mouth, scraping the inside of her cheeks and
throat. Arianna was hysterical and on the verge of going
insane. She couldn't even see anymore, due to the rivers she
once called eyes. Why is this happening to me? This has to be a nightmare
that I'll wake up from any minute. PLEASE let this be a
Arianna couldn't stand up straight anymore, so she leaned on the
bathroom sink to steady herself. She looked in the mirror, and
saw what a mess she was. Her face was completely drained of
color, her makeup was smudged down her cheeks, and blood was
dripping from her mouth, down her chin.
While Arianna was lost in thought, the spider had made its way into
her brain, and all of the sudden, Arianna felt a twinge in her head,
and watched her arms lift upwards, but she wasn't the one moving
them. She tried to pull them back down, but they wouldn't
She had lost control of her body. There was nothing she could
do but watch the madness, as she was eternally trapped inside this
body that no longer belonged to her. She just wished she
could close her eyes and escape this hell.
Suddenly, the world around her went from a bright white, to pitch
black. Her body collapsed on the floor, which was now a sea of
Finally, Arianna regained consciousness and stood up, being careful
not to crush any of her babies. When she looked in the mirror,
a smirk formed across her face, as she stared straight into her
beady, red eyes.