When she was little, her nan would wrap a scarf around her head to stop her sleeping with her mouth open. Nan would say it was to stop her from eating spiders in her sleep but she reckoned it was actually to stop her from snoring.
Even when her nan died she'd still wrap a scarf around her head, she found it hard to sleep without it after so many years of habit. Of course this changed when she got a girlfriend who found it too weird that she slept looking like an old lady in winter.
With a few days of gentle, and unsubtle, commenting she finally gave in and put the scarf away for good. It was fine at first - she didn't even snore - but then she started getting a sore throat. She figured it was just a cold and had tea with honey, thinking it would go away in a few days.
Five months later she went to the doctor, barely able to speak and feeling a constant tickle at the back of her throat. The doctor only meant to push her tongue down but their little wooden stick went a bit too far back and she heard something rip.
It felt like she was breathing dust at first, causing her to cough and hack and heave and when she looked at her hands they were swarming with baby spiders. Thousands and thousands ran over and between her fingers as she heard more ripping coming from further down her neck.
She felt her throat opening up again and gasped air properly for what felt like the first time in ears just before all the little darlings settled in her nose and mouth, building their webs to the lullaby of the doctor's screams.
Even when her nan died she'd still wrap a scarf around her head, she found it hard to sleep without it after so many years of habit. Of course this changed when she got a girlfriend who found it too weird that she slept looking like an old lady in winter.
With a few days of gentle, and unsubtle, commenting she finally gave in and put the scarf away for good. It was fine at first - she didn't even snore - but then she started getting a sore throat. She figured it was just a cold and had tea with honey, thinking it would go away in a few days.
Five months later she went to the doctor, barely able to speak and feeling a constant tickle at the back of her throat. The doctor only meant to push her tongue down but their little wooden stick went a bit too far back and she heard something rip.
It felt like she was breathing dust at first, causing her to cough and hack and heave and when she looked at her hands they were swarming with baby spiders. Thousands and thousands ran over and between her fingers as she heard more ripping coming from further down her neck.
She felt her throat opening up again and gasped air properly for what felt like the first time in ears just before all the little darlings settled in her nose and mouth, building their webs to the lullaby of the doctor's screams.
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