Disclaimer: Amy and Daniel Palladino, along with the rest of the WB, own Gilmore Girls. I'm just borrowing the characters.
A/N: Short and based on actual events.
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At midnight, Rory knew she should have been sleeping. But she'd woken up with an undeniable need to go to the bathroom, and things like that should not be ignored. Lorelai was asleep on the couch, giving Rory extra incentive to be quiet and not trip over any boxes. The four months they'd been in this house and almost nothing was unpacked.
Rory came back and flopped down on her bed. She first turned to the left, then to the right, back to the left, and then onto her stomach. Finally she decided to fluff her pillow. And out it came.
The 'it' in question was a giant spider, twice the size of any normal spider. And it'd come from in her bed, scuttled down the side and onto the floor. Rory, being sensible, did the only logical thing she could think of: she screamed.
Within seconds, a tired Lorelai stumbled into her room, alarm streaked over her face. "What is it, babe?"
Rory merely pointed to the mutated spider frozen on her bedroom floor.
"Jesus!" Lorelai exclaimed, jumping away slightly. "That thing missed its calling as an extra in a bad '50's horror movie!"
"Kill it!" Rory shrieked, pressing herself up against the wall.
"Sure, babe," Lorelai replied, slowly backing out of the doorway into the kitchen. "Don't make any sudden movements!"
So Rory stared the spider down, daring it to move. After what seemed like centuries, Lorelai came back with a pot in hand.
"I've got a better idea. Now go with me on this- we trap it and then call an exterminator tomorrow."
"You're scared of it too, huh?" Rory guessed.
"It's called 'arachnophobia', Ror," Lorelai replied. "Besides, look at it- scary fangs, millions of eyes, hairy legs. If I try anything, it'll attack me." She put a finger to her lips to motion Rory to be silent, and moved a little to the left as if trying to sneak up on it. Slowly she lowered the pot over the spider, then screamed and dropped it over the menace. She jumped back, wildly looking around to see if the spider escaped.
"Did you get it?" Rory asked shakily.
"Yeah," Lorelai answered, holding a hand out to her daughter. Rory tentatively stepped onto the floor and scurried over to her mother's side. "How're you feeling?" Lorelai questioned, sliding an arm around her daughter's shoulders and kissing her forehead.
"Shaken up. Mom, can I sleep with you tonight?" Rory looked up to her mother with big eyes.
Lorelai turned the two around and headed toward her room. "Sure, sweetie. 'Night, Harold!" she called to the spider.
"The spider's name is 'Harold'?" Rory asked doubtfully.
"It's better than Ira," Lorelai happily replied.
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A/N2: This actually happened to a friend of mine, so I'll have to have to thank her scary experience for inspiring this short story. Because believe me, if that'd happened to me, I would not be alive at this moment.