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I opened my closet, and a gazillion cockroaches scurried out. "Ew!" I cried out, looking around to ensure no one was in the room before quickly spinning magic. The cockroaches died instantly, and their tiny bodies crumbled to the floor. I put them in a web, then in a black polythene bag, and quickly headed to Jennifer's room, knowing she was behind this. No one was there, so I levitated the cockroaches and scattered them all over her bed. Smiling smugly with satisfaction, I walked away.

They were unbelievably destructive. They chewed through clothes, contaminated food, and ruined almost everything they touched. Zeph immediately started cleaning the apartment from top to bottom. He folded up the winter clothes and packed them away while Nicole moved their food and important supplies into the storage space. That was when they discovered how well the giant cockroaches could hide. The moment Nicole stored several boxes inside, a few giant roaches were suddenly forced back out by the storage space itself. Neither of them had expected the storage space to repel bugs.

I take one last look at myself in the mirror before closing my window and heading down stairs. I flip on the kitchen light, startled when I see a black roach scamper across the counter, immediately making me cringe. I can't stand bugs, especially disgusting roaches. We don't have enough food lying around to attract them so they must be coming from some other apartment. I'm so grossed out, I tiptoe into the kitchen like I'm walking through a minefield. I take Mom's note and fold it in half, leaving it upside down on the table like a little tent so it'll catch her eye in case she wakes up and doesn't remember where I am.

Then there were two cockroaches in my room? Eww... I perceived the disgusting smell. My stomach twitched in disgust. I can't believe I just smashed a cockroach to death with my hand! On my body! I screamed and rushed towards the bathroom, caring less about the cockroach still resting on my table. I discarded my clothes and turned on the shower. The water fell heavily on me and I looked for where the soap was and when I spotted it, I rushed to get it, but I slipped in the process. I yelped and waited for the pain, which I felt moments after. “Aww…” I cried in pain but struggled to stand up. The door to the bathroom slammed open, and my head snapped to the direction, only to see the person I d

As I reached there, my trembling hand fumbled for a moment, searching in the gloom, then found the cold, greasy switch and flipped it. Light flickered on, harsh and yellow, like a sick, sickly glow, revealing the horror within. I beheld it, and a scream tore from my throat, raw and involuntary, filled with pure revulsion. Rats, not small ones, but big as small cats, with beady, malevolent eyes and twitching whiskers, jumped out from the stained, grimy bathtub, scattering in every direction, their little claws scraping on the decaying porcelain. Cockroaches, dark and shiny, scurried across the filthy, cracked tiles, disappearing into cracks in the crumbling walls, a disgusting, moving carpet

he almost screamed but managed to cover his mouth. There are lots of cockroaches crawling on his body. He jumps off the couch and shakes his body to get rid of the cockroaches. A ghastly whiteness spread over his face as he attempted to brush off the insects using his hands. "Fuck!" he said with a raw panic in his voice. "Fuck!" "Fuck!" He kept repeating those words as he felt disgusted with the filthy cockroaches that were all over the couch. He dashed to Ella's room and locked it as soon as he entered.

“I don’t see any rats, Paul, just… what was that little black thing across the street?” “Uh-huh, you see it too! Thousands of them! It looks like little black rats or something, they just… skitter.” In the moonlight, they caught a glimpse of one of the little black things. “That ain’t no rat Paul, they’re… they’re… they’re huge cockroaches! Huge goddamn cockroaches!” “Go! Let’s go!” A sick, crunching sound could be heard as their tires rolled over the giant bugs. Green goo squirted out of the huge cockroaches as they crushed beneath the bicycle tires.

"Kindly enlighten us about what's scary about cockroaches, April?" "They run fast and some of them can actually fly, isn't that concerning?" April asked. "Fly?" Gina and Carlene laughed out. "I'm being serious," April said. "Never seen a flying cockroach," Maya said. "She's right though, some of them do fly," Freya supported. "Well, that's concerning," Gina said. "Spiders run fast too and they have many legs! They are more scarier than cockroaches when you think about it," Carlene said.

But I could see some clothes were not very clean making me wonder whether he had returned them still dirty or it was Mercy who did some mix up. As I was cleaning, I saw a large cockroach run across the room and got under the bed. I took out some super doom and sprayed under the bed thoroughly as if I wanted the insects to die on the spot. But under the bed it was a little dark so I went for my torch to try and illuminate under the bed. When I turned on the torch, I realized it was totally discharged. ‘Mercy! Tell Ken to assist me with his torch please.” I shouted from bedroom.

And some stick-on heat pads because even though autumn is less cold than winter but it is the same amount of hell as winter is. I hopped off the bed after tossing the pillows to one side and straightening the comforter to at least look presentable and clean. Up until a certain point of life, you will experience the need to make sure that your bed is tidy. Primarily because if I didn’t clean the bed, I’ll find myself shrieking at the sight of cockroaches infesting my bed. This is definitely spoken by experience, and the size of American cockroaches are a no joke. After strutting away from the bed, I peeked my head into the bathroom and reached the water tap to twist it open. While waiting for