On a drive to AZ, after visiting home in the midwest, I stopped in New Mexico at a motel. I was exhausted, it was 3am and I needed a nap. I took the first Motel I saw upon deciding I could not drive any further without sleep.
The place was a dump. But I did not want to think about what kind of filth was in that room, I just wanted to sleep.
I awoke sometime later to the feel of something on my chest. Something substantial. It had weight. It had fur. It had more legs than I could tolerate. And it was moving ever so lightly under my shirt.
I was up in a flash.
In one frantic motion I had my shirt off and scruched up into a wad, and threw it at the wall furthest from me. The impact was like a punch. It hit and made a sound that told me the mass.
I turned on a light and searched, but I could hardly keep my eyes open. It was difficult even to think, I could hardly walk I was still so tired. I wanted out of that room, but I had to sleep or driving again in the morning would be a dangerous thing.
I finally gave up my hunt for the monster and wrapped myself up in the blanket at tightly as I could, like a cocoon. It was so hot curled up like that, but it was my only defense.
I wish you guys could hear the sound of that thud when the thing hit the wall. Then you would know my hatred.
I was not afraid, but I was so angry I wanted to kill every spider on earth that night.
As I am writing this now all I can think of is that scene in Stephen Kings "The Mist". THe part where the spider eggs hatch inside the living man and eat their way out of his face and body. They came out of him by the hundreds.
I imagine the mother must have been big too.
This is not even the worst spider story I have.
Damn things.