'"Hell no." said my brother as he exited the restroom. "I am not peeing next to a giant flipping spider."
I stepped into the doorway of the gas station bathroom and looked at said spider.
"But it's dead."
"So? It's a spider."
I rolled my eyes and stepped the rest of the way into the room.
"Then move, cause I have to go."
He stepped out of the way and I shut the door. I stepped easily over to the toilet and bent down to pick up the spider with a bit of paper towel. I dropped it in the trash, then went to do my business. There was a slight tickling sensation on my ankle, and I swiped at it, not thinking much of it. Then millions of spiders crawled up onto my feet, into my shoes. I sucked in a sharp breath and backed up, kicking my feet to fling spiders away. When they didn't come off, I panicked and swiped at my legs. I overbalanced and fell to the ground, feeling a strange tingling running through my entire body. I felt their little pinchers digging into my flesh, burrowing their way through my skin to the good parts underneath.
The door opened and my brother entered.
"Come on, we gotta go. I want to get back on the road."
I looked away from the mirror and to my brother. He stared at me, then said, "Whatever, you weirdo. Hurry up."
I jogged after him, completely at ease.
"Chill, I'm coming."
(A/N) This is actually based off something I experienced while on a road trip with my sister and grandma. Dramaticized, obviously, but similar.