“Man, I can hardly see in here. Bring that flashlight over here, will you?” I called to Bree who was shuffling around, looking for the toilet paper. “Give me a sec. Okay, what do you need?” She pointed the light in my direction. “I just need to find something in my bag.” She shone the light down and when I grabbed for the strings on my pack, an eight-legged demon skittered across my hand. I screamed and flung my arms up in the air, nearly knocking the flashlight out of her hand.“What?!” she shrieked.“A HUGE spider!” I choked with disgust. Leaping into the safety of the centre of the room, we yelled for Mom as we huddled together, pointing the light in every direction to avoid a sneak attack. “What are you two doing?” Luckily, Mom came armed with her own flashlight.“A spider!” we yelped, pointing at my bag.“Oh, good grief. It could be anywhere by now. What do you expect me to do about it?” Mom asked, looking under the bed and around my bag in an effort to be helpful.
