Patrick was backed against the wall, shit kicker boots on, hands encased in heavy work gloves, a rolled up magazine in one hand and a blow torch in the other, wild eyed and breathing hard.
"It's in here! I'm going to kill that f*****. It's out to get me!"
Apparently, this crawled out of his closest...
Did I mention that Patrick is terrified of spiders?
"Okay, Patrick. Please, don't burn the house down." I calmly closed the door and retreated from the Dark Zone, before the eight legged freak came looking for me. I hate them, too.