Spider

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I was in my room choosing what to wear for the day when I hear a scream coming from Marthe's room. I jumped rarely hearing her scream and instantly made my way to her room. Her room door was slightly open so I knocked on the door softly then went in. Nobody was in her room so I called out "Marthe?.." I heard her respond "In here!" she shouts with a shaky voice, from inside her bathroom. I went closer to the door then asked "I heard your scream, are you okay?" I then hear my phone go off in my pocket. I take out my phone and see that Marthe sent me a picture. With a confused expression I opened it. She sent me a picture of a huge spider, "Shit!" I shout almost dropping my phone. Marthe then sends another message that says 'please help me.' "Marthe, you know how much I hate spiders too right?" I say out loud scared of the spider too, it looks huge. The thought of it makes my skin crawl. "Please help me." I hear Marthe say softly helpless. "Urgh fine ill go get my deodorant and a container." I say afraid but also not wanting Marthe stuck in there all day. "Wait, deodorant?!" Marthe asked very confused. "I don't have big spray ok, I use deodorant instead besides it doesn't smell as bad." (yes I do this irl...) I say back. I quickly go grab the two things and get back to Marthe's room. I take deep breath in and say "Ok where is it now?" I try to say as calmly as possible my voice still shaking. "Its..on the light switch..right at the doorknob." Marthe replies with a shaky voice. "Fuck...whyyy there ahhhh." I swear contemplating how I was going to get rid of it. Thought off what could happen went through my mind like 'what if when I open the door it jumps at me?' 'what if when I open the door it's legit in front of my face' how fast does it move?!' I was terrified taking a shaky breath I asked Marthe "Um do you have anything in there that you can reach that you can throw at it?" "Um...Oh, and empty toilet roll!"Marthe exclaims with hope in her voice. "Ok great that could work..how's your aim?" I question because so help me mine way terrible. "Um it's pretty good I guess." she says. "Ok try throwing it at it and hopefully it moves away from where I would open the door." I suggest. I then hear the sound of the empty toilet roll hit the wall. "Ahhh!" I heard Marthe scream. "What happened?!" I asked panicked. "The spider is on the floor now.." from the sound of her voice I knew she ran further into the bathroom. "Where on the floor?" I ask scared but determined to get rid of it. "Near the door.." she says slowly. "Do you think it's small enough to go out from under the door?" I ask scared out of my mind. "Shit I don't know." Marthe answered. I then whisper to myself "Ok you can do this. Let's get this over as done with." I then take a Des breath and opened the door instantly seeing the huge spider my bran almost went into panic mode and ran but I stood my ground and sprayed so much deodorant at the spider. When I finally stopped I quickly covered it with the container I had with me. I had my hand on the container making sure the spider wouldn't jump out. I wanted to throw it far away from me but I was kinda stuck. "Marthe please go find a heavy book or something." I asked panicked trying to think of the spider that only has plastic in-between it and my hand. Marthe then snapped out of her shock and quickly ran to her room to look for a heavy book. When she got back she quickly passed it to me, I quickly put it on the container trapping the spider and I quickly got up and left the bathroom. I was then in Marthe's room squatting on the floor with my head in my hands contemplating what just happened. Marthe then sat next to me on the floor and put a hand on my shoulder "Thank you." She says grateful. I then then to her with a straight face and said, "Next time there's a spider your gonna save me instead, you owe me." I say in a non joking tone. "Yes ma'am." She says saluting me. I then crack a smile Glad that was finally over. I let out a sigh saying "I fucking hate spiders." "Me too, so much." Marthe agrees.

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