There’s no such things as monsters living under the bed, right? Wrong. They’re living in an old pillowcase under the bed just waiting for you to go to sleep.
From the internet files of NO, NOPE, NO WAY and GTFO comes a story so impossibly nightmarish that we can only assume Stephen King is taking notes.
A man went to bed one night and awoke covered in thousands of spiders. And the reason? The pillow he was using contained a FUCKING NEST OF SPIDERS THAT HATCHED ALL OVER HIM.
Reddit user chicknbi had just got home, exhausted, from a 15-hour shift. The youth detention worker lives at home with his two younger brothers, who often grab stuff out of his room. On the night we’re talking about, he realised his pillow was missing.
Instead of searching the house for it, he just digs around under the bed, pulls out a long forgotten pillow and settles down to sleep.
Except, the pillow starts moving.
“Mmmmm” he thinks as sleep starts to fall asleep.
And then he realises:
THE PILLOW IS MOVING.
THE PILLOW IS MOVING.
THE PILLOW IS HATCHING SPIDERS. THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF SPIDERS.
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My worst spider story is taking my boxer shorts off the outside line. Putting them on and feeling a "pinch" on my bum, putting my hand down there (I thought it was the tag) and feeling a "pinch" on my thumb. Felt some movement, ripped my boxer shorts off to see a full sized Huntsman was wearing also my shorts.
I wasn't sure about huntsman's so I called poison control, when I told the woman on the phone I was bitten on the bum she laughed, she kept me on the phone for about 10-15 minutes to make sure I didn't feel faint, and we ended up having a really great chat. Made the bite almost worth it.
Ive learnt to ALWAYS give the clothes I take in from the clothesline a good shake. I am also very reluctant to leave clothes on the line overnight - and have been known to re-wash them "just in case" when I have accidentally left them overnight. I really do not like spiders though so there is no second guessing when it comes to the idea they may be floating around... this is evident when there was a huntsman right above the entry to my front door. I refused to open the front door (2am, cold and wet Melbourne night) so I climbed the back fence and broke in through the back window because of that darn spider. They're bloody scary!
That is the stuff of really bad nightmares, Yuck!