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            “Hey Roberts, you want to smell something that really stinks?”
            Oh no!  I'd been up all night in my dorm room studying for my Chemistry Final.  Now my body was completely numb, my eyeballs were swimming around in their sockets, and the last thing I needed was to have Crazy Foley from across the hall barging into my room.  But there was no stopping Crazy Foley once he started playing the fool, and—
            The next thing I knew, Foley was behind me with one big friendly paw wrapped around my shoulders and his other big paw was coming around toward my face with what looked like a big pad of somebody’s underpants in his hand.  What was that smell?
            “Come on Foley, I’m trying to study!” I protested.

            And then the smell hit me.  It was something really sickly sweet like baby’s pooh or honey or maybe raw coconut and I started to gag on it even before the damp cloth got close to my face.
            “You're gonna love this!” Crazy Foley husked into my ear.  “I just made it up in the lab.”
            Crazy Foley in the lab…?  If I remembered right, he hadn't passed a Chem. Quiz in months.  What was he doing in the lab?
            “It’s XXXX, have a sniff,” Crazy Foley gargled into my ear.
            “XXXX…!” My voice and my foggy brain screamed at the same time.  “Get that away from me!”
            But even as I began to scream, the damp folds of underwear were already closing around my nose and my mouth, XXXX me with the damp cloth, and a strange cloying sweetness started rushing into my nose.  “No, let me go!” I cried into the damp cloth, but Crazy Foley just laughed and hugged my face tighter with the muffling cloth so that no one could hear my frightened cries.


            Too late, I realized that screaming and struggling was absolutely the wrong thing to do.  Now all of my breath was gone and my chest was demanding more air, but there was no more air to breathe, only the sweet dampness on the cloth.
            “You got me benched from the team with your big mouth, Roberts,” I heard Crazy Foley whispering into my ear.  “And now it’s payback time.  Breathe deep, you little creep!”
            I tried not to, but by now my chest was aching for lack of air and I had to breathe something.  More and more of the sweet fumes rushed in as my vision blurred and my head began to feel light.  And then the whole room seemed to be getting darker and darker and I had the strange sensation of feeling my body falling down into a deep dark well.


            I don’t know how long the darkness lasted, but when it finally began to lift Crazy Foley’s laughter was still with me.  I was dimly aware of him sitting next to me on my bed and doing something with his hands to my body.  Then I began to feel strange rope-like things hugging my chest and my legs and for some reason spider’s jumped into my mind.  I was trapped in a giant spider web!
            I tried to claw the awful webs off of my body, but then I discovered that my hands had been webbed, too.  Now they were behind my back and I couldn't move them.  Then I tried calling for help, but my lips wouldn't open.  Some kind of sticky stuff was all over my mouth and I had this frightening picture of a spider’s cocoon in my head which made me scream.  But my scream came out as just a muffled hum.

THE END