Horror Nights
I leaned over the basin, gripping the porcelain.
I coughed. It was a reflexive, dry hack, my throat still tight from the panic.
Something came up.
It landed in the center of the white porcelain with a soft, wet thud.
I froze, the water running cold over my hands. I looked down.
There, lying in the sink, was a spider. It wasn't a hallucination. It wasn't a shadow. It was a common house spider, its legs curled inward in a defensive posture, twitching slightly as it succumbed to the moisture.
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