“You realize this place is historical for how many people have died in it, right?” Amber said to her mother, Susan, who was in the driver’s seat of the moving van.
“The realtor touched on it a bit, yeah.” Her mother’s grip tightened on the steering wheel.
“And you’re still fine with us living there?”
“Yes. Now can you relax? This place is going to be great. It’s huge, and it’s cheap—”
“Hah, yeah I wonder why.” Amber laughed.
“Oh stop it,” said her mother, rolling her eyes.
As soon as they arrived they started unpacking their things. They didn’t have enough stuff to fill out all the empty space in the house, but that didn’t matter much to Amber’s mom. Susan was an interior designer, so you can probably guess why she was so interested in this house. She wanted to gut it and put her own touch on the place. Amber was very indifferent about the whole thing. She was seventeen and dealing with all the issues that come along with being a teenager. All she wanted was a bedroom with a door on it, and she’d be content.
“Is that everything from the truck?” Susan asked.
“Yep, now can I go to my room?” Amber put the last box on the dining room floor.
“Sure, go ahead, let me know what you want for dinner too, we’ll order something.”
Amber nodded and made her way up the stairs to find her new bedroom.
Meanwhile, her mother continued to unpack the moving boxes.
The evening was pretty quiet. Around 7 p.m. the two of them ordered some Thai food and it arrived quick enough for them to be finished eating just after 8. They were both tired and ready for sleep soon after. Once everything was cleaned up, they said goodnight to each other and went to their beds. It didn’t take long for them to fall asleep.
Deep into the night, Amber woke up feeling nauseated, probably due to dinner. She sat up in her bed and checked her phone. It was 3 a.m. She sighed and placed her phone back on the bedside table. She lied there staring at the ceiling, thinking about how different things are now, and how simple they used to be. While she was losing herself in her thoughts, she noticed something crawling on the ceiling above her. She couldn’t tell what it was exactly, just that it was moving. She tried to focus on it but it was mostly just a blur. She leaned over to the table and turned her lamp on. When she looked back, it was gone. She thought that her eyes were just playing tricks on her in the dark, so she turned the light out and got comfortable again. As she was about to try and sleep again, she noticed a few more moving things on the ceiling.
“What the hell?” She whispered to herself.
Amber turned the light on again, but this time what she saw didn’t disappear.
The ceiling was covered in tiny moving creatures. Every inch was crawling with whatever they were. Shocked by what she was seeing, she didn’t notice the things starting to crawl up from the floor on to her bed. That is, until she felt them on her skin. She looked down and saw a dozen black spiders crawling on her arm, and surrounding her bed.
She started to scream, but as soon as she did, all the spiders on the ceiling fell onto her, some falling into her open mouth.
She started choking, because she couldn’t spit them out fast enough. Tears filled her eyes. Her body was paralyzed with fear and disgust. She couldn’t scream, she couldn’t move, and she could feel her skin being bitten over and over and over again. The spiders were feasting on her, and finding different ways to crawl inside her.
Her body eventually became engulfed in a blanket of eight legged creatures.
Susan found what was left of Amber the next morning.
“Amber Ball was found early this morning, her body resembling the result of some sort of flesh eating disease. There is no real cause for her death on file yet. Her mother was sent to a mental institution due to having a psychotic break after finding her daughter’s body in such a traumatic state.”
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