Atrocious: Local Man Dies After Being Completely Infested by Spiders
It's horrible to say, but I've never seen anything like it before. A local man who has been identified by his friends and family as "just a normal dude" was found this morning decomposing in his apartment.
"It was such a shock," said his mother, "he was just a normal guy. I don't think anyone could've seen this coming."
Authorities have ruled his death a suicide by spider infestation.
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The year is frenchobuary 32nd and I don't think I'll make it much further. The spiders are getting into my brain. I can feel them crawling under my skin and into my eyes and up my nose. I've tried calling for help but nobody comes. I don't think anyone can hear me anymore. My life has become spiders. I am spiders. My apartment smells like rotting flesh.
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Today is december the 9th.
I started writing this entry as a journal, but now I am not so sure. Is anything I am writing even real? Maybe I am a character in someone's joke too... Was I always crazy? Why can't I remember anything any more? I feel like I haven't eaten in weeks...
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My head hurts. My head always hurts... What was I doing? Was I writing a joke or a journal entry? Was I even telling a joke? It's hard to remember now, and the spiders certainly don't help. They're everywhere in my apartment. They're crawling up the walls and they're crawling out of my skin... This headache... It's getting worse. I don't know what is happening anymore. I think I'm going crazy. What do I do? What do I do... I just want the spiders to stop...
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2011 November 5th
I was working at a bar in a quiet town. I kept getting the impression that my customers came there to tell jokes, but all of their jokes were failing. I couldn't tell if it was the jokes that were failing, or the customers.
The smell of rotting flesh was becoming unbearable. I wanted to leave the bar and hide in my room, but I kept coming back every day. I didn't want to know what would happen if I stopped.
The spider was coming.
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(Day 143)
As per usual, I wake up to the smell of rotting flesh and the sound of an animal chewing on my bones.
I reach over to turn on the radio.
The voice of the jumping spider fills my dreams.