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Bang!
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It's getting closer. This gigantic creature, its eyes glowing and its nostrils flaring, anger clear in its face, is getting closer. This monster, known for ruining the lives of beings all over the world, is getting closer.
  Hurriedly, I latch onto the wall and haul myself up, attempting to get out of the view of the beast. Unfortunately, however, its eyes make their way to me, seething fire seeming to burst from them. Although, the sound that comes from the beast's mouth is one that shocks me, and I almost fall back to the ground.
  A scream.
  "Mami, mami, hay una araña!" I hear the beast shriek, backing up as far away from me as it can before reaching the wall. I look at it, suddenly confused, as it seems scared... of me? Surely it realises that I'm the one who's scared of it, not the other way around.
  Suddenly, another even larger beast appears around the corner, with some kind of weapon in its hand. It approaches, waving the tool around violently, before-
             Smack!
Only just managing to dodge the hit, I drop down onto the creature's foot, before jumping again off of that and scurrying away. Behind me, the CLANG-CLANG-CLANGing of the beast's footsteps are heard clearly.
  "Criatura maldita." it roars, its voice booming and terrifying. The weapon whacks down onto the ground beside me as I run, the sound of it hitting the ground deafening. I turn quickly and scurry up the wall, trying to trick the beast, but it sees me and continues to attack.
  "Solo muere ya!" the beast's loud rumble is heard throughout the house, shaking the walls. I continue to dash and dodge the violent thrashings of the weapon, moving my eight legs as fast as I possibly can.
  Suddenly, I get an idea. The beast wants me dead, clearly, so if I pretend to be dead, I could be saved. Following this instinct, I let the weapon land just next to me, and in that moment, I fall down onto my back.
  "Está muerto?" the beast asks itself, poking me with something sharp. The poking then stops as I feel myself be picked up and carried somewhere. Sensing danger, I roll over and bite the thing underneath me before being dropped to the floor and running out of sight.
  Silence.
  Crash.
  "Mamá!"
  Heavy breathing.
  Beeping.
  "Mi mami fue mordida por una araña."
  Footsteps.
  Darkness.