ONCE

The girl who used to eat spiders noticed something, a tiny dark smudge, crawling up her bedroom wall at evenfall one Wednesday.

I’m being unfair here - it’s one of my hallmarks when it comes to characters; better get used to it. 

To be precise, the girl had only once eaten a spider. No need to panic and call your local Animal Protection Services: the spider was already dead. You can read all about it at the usual place (here).

Accurately, now:

The girl who had ONCE eaten a DEAD spider noticed something crawling up the wall in her bedroom at dusk. It was a dark smudge moving across the arsenic-green wallpaper, slowly making its way towards the burgundy-plastered ceiling.

Soon, two other smudges emerged from the wooden skirting and began crawling upwards as well. 

The three smudges met at the center of the ceiling. That’s when they started to glow and morphed into letters, spelling one word:

RUN

She didn’t, of course. Girls who eat spiders don’t usually run. It’s a thing. 

Yes, I know, she only ate one spider. One dead spider. Once. 

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You might enjoy listening to "Once in a Lifetime" by The Talking Heads after reading this piece. If you like caffeine, I suggest drinking black coffee as well. 

(Yup; that's how I wrote this thing.)