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the car screeches to a halt the door swings 
open and the doctor tumbles out he lands on his  

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hands and knees in the dirt and throws up the few 
remaining drops of stomach acid left in his system  

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he's put his hand in something sticky he can feel 
an insect wriggling under his palm behind him the  

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door slams and a pair of boots walk around to 
his side of the car the translator accompanying  

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him does not offer a hand to help him up it had 
been a long car journey with many similar stops  

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fortunately this was the last the doctor gingerly 
gets to his feet and takes in his surroundings  

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he finds himself in a small village hidden 
amongst thick trees he's not sure what time  

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it is anymore the flights time zones and car 
journeys wrought havoc on his circadian rhythms  

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he knows he is in china somewhere very remote and 
very rural he tried to look it up with the maps on  

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his phone during the journey but he'd lost signal 
a long time ago one thing is clear however it is  

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the middle of the night the car's headlights 
are the only light source in the village  

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no one comes out to greet them the doctor 
brushes himself off and turns to his translator  

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the man nods towards a small hut near the back 
of the village just beyond the headlight's reach  

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his translator is a man of few words both ironic 
and deeply unhelpful the doctor does not know a  

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word of mandarin himself in silence the two men 
approach the hut the doctor reaches out to knock  

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but his translator has already pushed the door 
open inside there's just the dim light of a lamp  

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almost everything is covered in shadow it is 
almost dark enough that they can't see the cobwebs  

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almost silken strings drape themselves over 
every surface wall and item in the little hut  

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it's impossible in places to even see what item 
of furniture is hiding beneath all of the webs  

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the translator reaches out to touch one of the 
webs in fascination but the doctor grabs his  

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hand shaking his head he hands the translator a 
face mask and a pair of disposable gloves annoyed  

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the translator takes them but does not put them 
straight on choosing instead to walk deeper into  

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the hut after a second the doctor follows only he 
can't help the feeling that something's not right  

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something's missing here says the translator it 
is the first word he said in hours he's standing  

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behind a little curtain looking down at something 
as the doctor joins him there and almost wretches  

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from the stench lying in the bed is an emaciated 
man he looks like he hasn't eaten in days  

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his wrists and ankles are bound tightly to the bed 
so tightly in fact that his circulation has been  

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cut off the doctor can see right away the telltale 
signs of gangrene spreading across his palms  

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but they're too late the man isn't moving his bony 
chest isn't rising or falling worst of all he must  

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have been dead for a while now there are sheets 
of spider webs draped over his sallow skin like  

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some kind of deathly funeral shroud the translator 
mutters something in mandarin it doesn't take a  

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phd to pick up on the evident frustration in his 
voice a whole night of driving out to the middle  

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of nowhere for nothing the translator kicks over 
a wooden stool the sound is muffled by the thick  

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layer of cobwebs as he storms out of the hut but 
something is wrong here the doctor can't walk out  

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just yet toxicology that's his field poisons 
toxins infections bites but that's the thing  

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there are no bites anywhere on this man's body 
head to toe under the layer of spider silk there  

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are no welts bruises or puncture marks the only 
darkened veins standing out are on his fingertips  

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as they rot away from stagnant blood nothing to 
do with poisons but there's something else too  

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a hut holding a dead body full of spiders webs 
but yet no spiders a scream fills the hut the bed  

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rocks violently the doctor looks down in horror to 
see the dead man is not as dead as he'd appeared  

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he thrashes this way and that straining against 
the ties on his limbs the doctor calls out for  

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the translator who appears at his side almost 
immediately the translator shouts something in  

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mandarin trying to be heard over the dying man's 
screams but it's no use the man throws his head  

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this way in fact trying to bash his chin into his 
own chest or hit the top of his skull against the  

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nearest wall it is no use the man opens cloudy 
eyes that stare wildly around the room searching  

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for something anything that could help him break 
free from his restraints without thinking the  

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doctor grabs the man's head and holds it steady 
he peers into the man's weeping eyes bizarre  

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if he didn't know better he'd say they almost 
looked as if they had spiders webs built up  

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beneath the eyelids clouding out the man's windows 
to see the world small silvery balls of thick  

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liquid gather in the corners of them too dense too 
murky to be tears from somewhere beneath the haze  

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the man's pupils find the doctors in an instant 
his body falls still it is almost as if he relaxed  

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completely a guttural murmur comes from the man's 
throat the doctor looks to the translator for help  

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free me the doctor looks down at his patient this 
is the part of medicine he had always hated the  

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most at what point do you let someone go at what 
point do you say it's too late is it even right  

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for him to make that decision looking at the man 
lying in front of him a wave of sadness washes  

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over him his initial assessment had been right it 
is too late even if he could treat the gangrene  

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in the man's limbs with amputation there's still 
starvation and dehydration to deal with and then  

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the apparent venom from the spiders except there 
are no signs of venom perhaps it isn't too late  

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after all with the right treatment there may be a 
chance to the man's wrist snaps becoming a loose  

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glove of broken bone that's easily pulled from 
the restraint a foul stench of exposed rotten  

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flesh hits the doctor like a slap in the face he 
reels back in horror as the man pulls his other  

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decimated hand free too unbound by his bed the man 
lets out an animalistic roar sitting up in the bed  

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he tips his head back and starts pounding at it 
with what is left of his hands jagged wrist bones  

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barely housed by paper thin skin slam repeatedly 
into his forehead harder and harder with each hit  

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the doctor is frozen to the spot staring as the 
man smashes his own head skin splits revealing  

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white bone bone cracks then with one last effort 
that seems to take every remaining morsel of the  

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man's energy he turns and crunches his fractured 
skull against the wall caving the front half of  

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his head in like a deflated basketball silence 
more terrifying than any sound fills the hut  

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the doctor stares at the body an almost comical 
image pops into his head the head looks like  

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just a red plastic bag that someone had left 
on the floor full of shards of broken pottery  

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he almost smiles but then the spiders appear 
just one at first then 10 then a stream then  

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an eruption spewing out of the gaps in the man's 
head like water shooting out of a collapsing dam  

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the tiny pink spiders flood the room shooting 
up the walls into every crack and crevice  

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writhing and rippling around their feet that 
breaks the doctor's paralysis he and the  

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translator sprint for the door they crash through 
it and cover the length of the village in seconds  

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grabbing the door handles they haul themselves 
up into the 4x4 the translator slams it into  

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reverse and almost crashes into a tree as he 
turns them around and back onto the dirt trail  

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they drive all through the night not talking 
the doctor gets control of his breathing but  

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his heart does not stop hammering the whole time 
he cannot shake the images that fill his head  

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spiders tiny pink spiders everywhere the sun 
is just rising when the driver suddenly pulls  

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over sharply his eyes are wide his face deathly 
pale he doesn't say a word as he sits forward  

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reaches down the back of his shirt and pulls out 
one tiny pink spider the doctor yells in shock  

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and hurriedly grabs a sample pot for the man 
to throw the spider into the two men sit there  

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in the front of the car in the warm morning 
light staring through the glass at the arachnid  

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it looks soft that's the most bizarre thing about 
it rather than having a hard dark exoskeleton  

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like other spiders this one looks fleshy no that's 
not quite right it looks fatty looks squishy like  

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parts of the body that get exposed in traumatic 
crashes wrinkles and folds of pink mushy cells  

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with fatty deposits except it cannot be made from 
those kinds of things it's a spider as they watch  

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the spider seems to recognize their attention 
stands up on its back four legs and raises the  

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remaining ones in the air it looks almost as if 
it is doing some kind of mating dance for them  

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it turns its back to them revealing a pattern 
of brightly colored dots across its abdomen  

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the doctor drags his eyes away from the dance 
the sun is gone night has fallen again his  

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stomach stabs at him in hunger but that can't 
be right it was sunrise only a few seconds ago  

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the headache had started as he sat down on his 
flight now five hours in and somewhere over an  

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ocean he knows he is not going to sleep tonight 
he can't get the image of all those spiders out  

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of his mind he needs to report this and he will 
definitely but not yet a spider crawls up the  

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seat in front of him his heart stops and he sits 
back violently in his seat eyes wide on the floor  

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of the plane pink spiders everywhere they're 
not real they're not real just his imagination  

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he needs some rest that's what he needs he'll 
fly home wait for the headache to pass then he  

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can call someone but right now he just feels 
too groggy to do any of that the adrenaline of  

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his hallucination passes as quickly as it had 
come he can feel the glass pot in his pocket  

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tapping occasionally begging for his attention 
his head aches he runs a hand through his hair  

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that can't be is he really growing gray hairs 
already in frustration he reaches up and taps at  

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his forehead much to his surprise the headache 
disappears almost instantaneously if anything  

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it feels good he sits there for several minutes 
drumming a couple of fingers against his forehead  

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and before he knows it he's fast asleep 
all his fears and anxieties long behind him  

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only they are not behind him once he touches 
down he goes straight home to his apartment no  

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spiders to be seen why not shouldn't there be 
more spiders he certainly wants more spiders  

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his headache comes back he drinks water takes a 
medicine goes for a nap and turns off all of the  

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lights but nothing seems to work even the tapping 
stops working more spiders a call lights up his  

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phone screen an international number he takes a 
long time to answer it it's his translator the  

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man's voice is shrill panicked far beyond what the 
doctor had ever heard before even when they'd been  

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running from the spiders the translator is not 
making much sense his words are slurred and his  

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sentences stop and start seemingly at random none 
of it makes sense the doctor turns the volume on  

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his phone down it's too loud for his headache way 
too loud government knows should have worn gloves  

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too late the pain the pleasure using a hammer 
none of it makes any sense the doctor looks down  

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at his phone screen the call is gone his phone 
is dead hadn't it been on full a moment ago  

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what time is it and where are the spiders he 
punches himself in the head a smile spreads  

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across his face he's in bed now something 
red around him his pillow it is soaked red  

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could that be from his head the sample pot 
sits on his bedside table only now it's  

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empty how did that happen wasn't he standing 
in the kitchen a moment ago he's losing time  

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he runs a hand through his hair webbing clings 
between his fingers he sits under his desk with  

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a hammer in his hand euphoria washing over his 
body just once more eight more times he hits the  

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hammer against his forehead endorphins flood every 
cell of his body so powerful he almost passes out  

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as the pleasure chemicals crawl inside of 
him oozing silk through the pores of his skin  

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webs hang all over his apartment now just one 
more hit eight more hits that feeling it's just so  

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his wrists his ankles how many limbs 
four not enough that light where is he  

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figures crowd around him it is hard 
to see them something's in his eye  

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everything looks blurry and far away the pain the 
pain is back his head someone please he screams  

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and pulls against the bindings on his limbs the 
pain it's it's impossible he needs to make it stop  

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just one hit just one more hit from the hammer 
that'll be enough something is behind his eye  

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he can feel it something crawling on the back of 
his eyeball but that doesn't matter none of it  

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matters except getting his pain to stop no more 
headaches just one more hit that's all he needs  

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the hospital staff have never seen anything like 
this before they're out of their depth here in the  

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dead of night they arrange for the doctor to be 
transferred to a specialist facility in the back  

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of an ambulance it is a challenge to get him out 
of his bed as the spider's web secreting from his  

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skin have all but tied him to the linen as fate 
would have it a drunk driver gives the doctor  

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his final wish not seeing a red light the driver 
plows full speed into the side of the ambulance  

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sending it spinning off the road and down a hill 
killing everyone inside including the doctor when  

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police arrive at the scene in the early hours 
of the morning they find the driver sitting  

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on his own staring at some small insect by the 
wreckage the driver is unharmed by the incident  

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his only complaint as he spends the following 
night in police custody is that he feels a mild  

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headache coming on anyone experiencing 
that headache is likely already too far  

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gone from their exposure to scp-630 an anomalous 
species of cognito hazardous arachnids nicknamed  

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intrusive arachnid thoughts unconfirmed reports 
of mysterious spider colonies have been springing  

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up across asia particularly in rural china for 
several decades in connection with this anomaly  

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in 1972 the population of an unnamed town in the 
anhui province were found to have been almost  

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entirely wiped out an entire town of corpses each 
with their heads caved in brain matter missing  

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with 106 dead with 23 injured this case is to 
this day the deadliest confirmed scp-632 breach  

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strange as it may be physiologically 
speaking scp-632 could be considered  

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their bodies are squishy in texture bright pink 
and are in fact made up of human tissue brain  

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tissue to be exact coated in a layer of protective 
fat as happened to our unfortunate doctor scp-632  

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reproduces parasitically within the human skull 
the exact mechanics of this process remain unclear  

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it is believed that scp-632 infects its human 
host through a selection of sensory triggers  

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those infected have each testified to having 
been exposed to the following firstly viewing the  

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pattern on scp-632's abdomen exposed during the 
dance that the spiders often do under observation  

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secondly making physical contact with 
scp-632 and lastly through exposure to  

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as yet unidentified chemical compound 
secreted by the older scp-632 instances  

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this is where luck was not on our doctor's side 
he was smart enough to wear gloves during his  

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encounter with scp-632 in china which may have 
been enough to protect him from being infected  

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however upon his arrival as he fell out of the 
car his hand landed directly in an scp-632 web  

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housing a solitary live spider if he had 
remembered his car sickness tablets this  

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could have all been avoided within three hours 
of initial exposure to scp-632 the subject will  

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start to experience mild headaches followed by an 
uncanny sensation that their skin is growing silk  

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during this period mri scans have found 
that small filament-like structures start  

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to form within the host's brain tissue as these 
filaments multiply and spread throughout the brain  

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the subjects report developing an obsession with 
spiders the brain tissue steadily deteriorates  

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leading to changes in personality and mood as 
well as irrational behavior over the coming days  

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the headaches grow more severe as the filament 
cells press against the blood vessels lining  

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the inside of the skull subjects find that they 
can relieve this sensation by tapping or hitting  

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their forehead replacing it with a pleasurable 
feeling as the filaments release endorphins upon  

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impact this is part of the sinister final act of 
scp-632's reproduction after six to seven days as  

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the host's headaches worsen they find they have to 
hit their skull harder and harder to alleviate the  

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pain and get that chemical high eventually driven 
mad by the pain inside their head they cracked  

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through their own skull at this point all the 
gestating spiders that have been forming within  

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the filaments in their brain estimated to number 
between 80 and 200 can escape through the opening  

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because of its unique containment difficulties 
caused by its cognitohazardous properties  

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scp-632 has been given the euclid object class 
there is currently one live colony of scp-632  

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stored in the biological containment wing of 
site-52 the colony is housed in a small enclosure  

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measured 20 centimeters by 40 centimeters by 20 
centimeters and sustained on a diet of insects  

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and water supplied through a vacuum chute all 
personnel that work in proximity to scp-632  

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are regularly screened physical contact with any 
scp-632 is strictly prohibited and all personnel  

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are required to wear protective equipment and 
respirators at all times while handling live or  

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deceased specimens they keep a close eye on anyone 
developing any symptoms especially headaches the  

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feeling of silk on the skin or intrusive arachnid 
thoughts now go and watch another entry from the  

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