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The first time Chris saw the centipedes crawling out from under his bed, he was sure that it was all part of his imagination. Usually, during the night, he would close his eyes tight and try to make his bedroom turn into a jungle. But for the last few nights, whenever he closed his eyes to create the jungle from the shadows cast by his nightlight, instead dangerous and horrible things would appear.
He hated centipedes the worst. Even though he knew they were imaginary, they still looked as awful as any centipedes he could remember seeing in movies or in books. They were everywhere now. But he wasn’t going to be defeated by his imagination. Not tonight. He reached down and picked up one of the centipedes. His imagination told him that it was alive and crawling all over his hand. But he wouldn’t be defeated. He took the centipede and put it in his mouth. He closed his mouth and dared his imagination to make him taste centipede.