Trypophobia; that’s what they call me.

Apparently, I’m nothing special to most people. Just creep them out a bit.

But there is this one person who is terribly afraid of me.

The last time they encountered me was one day on a stroll through the forest with their family. I was sitting there, waiting, my hole patterns resting on a leaf.

They’d just peeked over for a second, the human, but that was all it took. They saw me.

They screamed and shuffled backwards, alarmed. Their companions looked at them, confused as to why they were hiding behind a tree. The human’s heart was racing, their eyes wide and their body shaking in hardly visible vibrations.

I smiled to myself. See, I could do more than give you the chills; I can make you have panic attacks!

How wonderful something as simple as me could cause great reactions.

Take that arachnophobia!

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_(I have my books: The Eternal Ones by Namina Forna, Court by Tracy Wolff, and Midnight Sun by Stephenie Meyer. _💀

_So, yeah, I don’t really feel like writing today. And yes, if you’re wondering, I do have a mild case of Trypophobia—it gives me goosebumps and makes my heart race, those disgusting cluster of things. _

Anyways, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day! 💙)