…it lay helplessly on the laminate flooring, with its entire body crushed and its own blood and pus seamlessly pouring out everywhere, the spider looked pretty damn dead to Frank. He couldn’t be entirely sure however, as a few of its legs were still twitching in sudden, jolting movements. It could just be a reflex action, he thought to himself. Either way, he didn’t dare try to put his face anywhere near the gooey mess…

By Martin White