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Paranoid? I think not.

She sees the little bastard from the corner of her eyes. "You're gonna regret ever coming here," she announces. But as the mini beast crawls towards her, she flings herself off the bed in a flight of terror. "Crap, where'd it go," she mumbles to herself as she frantically scans her bed from a safe distance.

She stands frozen in the same position but doesn't see anything moving near or on her bed so she begins to slowly make her way to the bathroom keeping her eyes on the pillow, where she last saw that monster. In the bathroom, she rolls out a couple pieces of toilet paper and clutches it in her hand, making sure the bundle is thick enough.

She leaves the door to the bathroom open as she inches her way to the bed. Her eyes desperately search for the unearthly thing until she spots it. "You're dead," she whispers as her hand smashes the bundle of toilet paper on its tiny head and body, letting the paper consume the measly critter whole.

She immediately scrunches the bundle, refusing to look at the blood, and flushes everything down the toilet in the bathroom. She then scrubs her hands with soap and water twice out of disgust of what she's just done.

She returns to her bedroom but is extremely jumpy. She sees more of them from the corners of her eyes. Little black things crawling on the floor, walls, and ceiling. They're everywhere. "Ah!" She screams and violently shakes her arm. Then she has an uncontrollable itch on her back and goes to scratching. The urge to itch spreads to her legs, then her arms, neck, and head. Out of frustration and fear she leaves her room and goes downstairs but that odd sensation doesn't leave her. "God, I hate bugs," she mutters.