The feel of tiny little legs crawling up his entire body was enough to make him drop the gun and close his eyes. He was backed up against the wall, feeling bile come up in his throat as the spiders violated him, shaking violently. If there was one thing he hated more than rats it was fucking spiders. Oh how he hated these disgusting, eight legged pests with every fiber of his being; they were probably what he feared more than dying or even his wife dying. The corpse was gone but the spiders remained and he could hear and eerie laughter from behind him. He half expected hands to pop out of the wall and grab him but only the spiders haunted him. They continued to crawl up his body and no matter how many he swatted away more seemed to jump in place. It made his stomach twist in horrible knots and he had to use every last bit of self control he had to fight back a scream.<br/><br/>Eventually the flashlight fell from his hands as well once he felt spiders in places spiders should never roam and he could not help but yell out again. The soft laughter of the corpse mocking him relentlessly. Was Margo really dead, Jeremy wondered, the thought was impossible but after what he was seeing now he wondered if it was true. He tried to focus back on reality, make the spiders go away, but the fear had a tight grip on him. Eyes still shut he tried to place his thoughts in happiness but to no avail. There had to be a way to end this nightmare, there just had to. But what? The spiders held him hostage and he was powerless to get rid of them; hell he has never seen so many spiders swarmed in one area in all of his life! It was unnerving and he wrapped his arms around himself carefully, almost like he was about to break down and cry.<br/><br/>When he was a child a few bullies had pushed him down into a hole where a bunch of nasty spiders lived. One even bit him and he had to go to the hospital. Ever since then he had been deeply afraid of the little buggers.<br/><br/>Just when he thought this was going to be the end of him another sound caught his attention. Yelling. It was Lia. At the sound of her yelling he opened his eyes and then the spiders were gone. It was like they were never there to begin with; it almost made him feel incredibly stupid for having fallen for such a mind trick. For once he was filled with relief and he agreed with himself that he would never admit that the young girl was his savior in a sense. It was so silly and he knew it would probably make him sound weak if he admitted it to anyone but himself. But if it was a mind trick then why did it feel so real? Even now he could still feel the tiny legs crawling up his arms and it made him sick to his stomach. Jeremy kept it together enough to fight back the strong urge to vomit.<br/><br/>His heart was racing and he tried his best to focus in the darkness, bending down to pick up his gun and flashlight again, confirming that the spiders were gone. Shaky hands managed to pull another cigar out of his pocket and light it. The woods and this god forsaken cabin were getting the best of him real quick and he couldnâ€™t avoid that fact no matter how much he tried. As he took several drags from his cigar he moved away from the wall. His legs felt weak but he knew he had to keep going, find out if Lia was alright. It wasnâ€™t like him to seek help from people but he was officially determined to get the fuck out of this place and never ever have to come back. More importantly, he had to know if Margo was still alive. If she had been taken by this placeâ€¦<br/><br/>Either way he had to find her. And he felt the only way he could was to work with Lia and get out of here.