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A chat on 4chan
human
Part 1:

Literally nothing looks scary. Nothing physical is scary. Not gore, not body horror, nothing. 

Let me tell you what horror is. When I was a teenager I had an irrational fear of spiders. Like severe, unbelievable. I would see shadows at night and imagine spiders. Well, we lived in a long ranch house with an elevated floor. There was an access hatch on one end with just enough room to crawl in with maybe two feet of vertical clearance under the house. But when that hatch was open I would see it as a black put into a hell you can’t imagine. It was crawling with spiders if every sort and kind. 

 My parents went on vacation and my brother and I stayed at home. The day before they left one of our dogs went missing. We didn’t know it, but he had been bitten by a snake and had crawled under the house through the access hatch which had been left open and died at the other end, a 65’ crawl. First there was a sour smell, then the whole house started to stink after a few days. My brother left to stay with a friend after we discovered through an exterior vent that the dog was lying dead underneath. But there was no way to get to him as the vents were 8” wide and the bottom of the house was bricked up. 

I put on a snow suit and got on my knees in front of that black void. I don’t know how long I knelt there. At one point I was almost in tears, I even prayed. I couldn’t believe that I was going to have to do this. I imagined all the legs and eyes already looking at me from inside that pit. I covered up my head, duct taped the legs to my boots, taped the arms to the gloves and left only my eyes exposed. Thus, armored, I began a military crawl and there were indeed a billion spiders down there. 

I thought I saw wolf spiders scatter as my light touched them, widows in every corner, the columns were covered in web. I thought I had a direct route, but had to divert when there were too many pipes in one direction. I reached the dog after an agonizing crawl.
gpt
Part 2:

He was rotting already. When I pulled on him I heard tendons pop and all the skin and hair of his leg came off in my hand. It released a smell down there in the spider dungeon that I can’t even describe. I vomited into my snowsuit which was waterproof and it soaked my chest. I vomit streamed out of my nose. There I was, choking on vomit with a smelly corpse and a million spiders. I grabbed him by the old collar and started the long crawl back. I vomited twice more. When I got to the pipes I decided to try to just pull him through and ended up having to go all the way around again. 

Then I found that mental switch and just decided that the job had to be done and I was dead anyway so I might as well just get finished and deal with the aftermath later. By the time I had done the slow, agonizing crawl back to the hatch I was calm, not even worried about the spiders. Then it dawned on me, there weren’t any spiders. I was so terrified that I just thought I saw them everywhere. Didn’t see a single one. When I got out I really felt like I had done something significant. I had beat something. I buried the dog in the pasture, stripped naked outside, then went in and took an hour long hot shower. 

A few months later I bought a tarantula. 

Nothing has ever scared me like that. And no goddamn movie has ever scared me. I wish I could find something that scares me.
human

Great story