I don't own Xiaolin Showdown
This is another urban legend
In the southern part of the world, a girl lived alone in her Kansas home. She rarely farmed for she was rather lazy. She shopped for most of her food rather than planting it. She had jet black hair and black eyes. She had fair skin and was medium in height. She was pretty materialistic. She didn't want to live in Kansas. She wanted to travel around the world and leave the farm life. She was more the shopping or clothes kind of girl. Her parents had died when she was young by an unknown reason.
One day her parents were there, the next day they were in the hospital and they were gone. When she was little, she remembered seeing a black dot on the wall where her parents were sitting. The next thing she remembered, her mother screamed and her father was jumping all over the place, trying to hit the black dot with his newspaper. He also screamed. Their screaming was heard by her grandmother. She immdeiately called the police and her parents were rushed to the hospital. However, help came to late and her parents died.
The girl had been living with her grandmother since she turned twenty. Then her grandmother passed away and she was all alone. She had relatives but she didn't know where they lived. They didn't live in any part of Kansas. Maybe they were in other southern parts of the United States or possibly somewhere around the world.
Her name was Dakota. She was sitting on her couch, watching some television. She saw something move on the table. She squinted as she saw a black dot. It wasn't a dot. It was a big spider! Dakota had a fear of spiders. This spider was no ordinary one. It seemed to be bigger in body. It had red blotches on its backside. It was starting to crawl towards Dakota. Dakota squealed as she backed closer and closer to the couch that she was sitting in. She got a bit more closer. The couch kneeled back and fell backwards.
She quickly bought her legs over her head. She was pretty flexible. She got away from the spider who was still crawling over to her. There weren't any Black Widow spiders around in Kansas. They were rarely seen. She was aware of these kinds of spider. She had done a lot of reading when she was little. She jumped into her room and closed the door.
The shadow of the spider was seen through the door step. It was trying to get in, however it was too big. It was getting late anyway. Being secure that the spider was not going to sneak in, Dakota opened the window of her bedroom to let some fresh air inside. It had been pretty stuffy in her home and there was a nice breeze during the evening. Once she opened the door, she got inside her covers and went into a deep sleep.
When the clock striked twelve, the breeze had gotten a bit rougher. It pulled the door open. Dakota had not shut it all the way and it slowly opened. The light in the living room was left open. The spider's long shadow was cast across the floor. It began to crawl towards the bed. Dakota's hand was laying off of the bed. The spider crawled on the sheets and onto Dakota's hand.
Dakota was out cold in her sleep. She didn't even notice the spider crawling. She was laying face up. The spider made its way to her cheek. Getting to good look at it, the widow sunk its fangs in her flesh. There were two red marks left there as some little dots of blood began dripping. It wasn't too much blood but a small bite can cause a big change.
Dakota did not feel the bite. She only winced a little in her sleep. The black widow crawled away from the bed and to the wall. It crawled out the window and into the night.
The misson of this spider was complete. The spider gave its soul to a human and it was soon going to die. The spider began growing weaker and weaker. It started to wobble. One more little crawl it rolled over on its back and its eight legs lost its function. The black widow spider was dead. Its soul was given to a human who would wake up the next day with a big surprise on her face.