It took another few seconds for Carrie to stop screaming. Her heart pounded in her chest as she still struggled to accept that she was now a mere millimeter tall trapped in her own home. And as if the universe wanted to keep on torturing her, she heard a grotesque skittering sound and something like a cluster of legs clacking against the floor at once.
The dreadful clicking got louder. Carrie's heart raced even faster. The skittering and clacking were no longer distant. They were closing in on her. She could feel the vibrations through the tile, each step of whatever was approaching sending a shiver up her spine. She wasn't prepared for what she was about to face.
Emerging from the shadows of the hall was a gargantuan cockroach. Small by roach standards but towering over her cowering, millimeter-tall form like a living building. "Oh my God," Carrie whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself. Carrie had always been disgusted by roaches, but this was a whole new level. This beast was no longer a gross, irritating pest. It was an unstoppable predator.
The roach's glossy exoskeleton gleamed under the faded light. Its eyes, two empty black orbs were locked onto her as it clicked its hard, triangular mandibles. Carrie gasped, knowing its jaws could slice her apart.
And then it charged.
Its spiny legs, as thick as branches, clicked against the tile with terrifying speed. Carrie screamed and bolted in the opposite direction, not daring to look back.
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