eleven deep-fried tarantulas

[notso_average]

[first there's a short shriek, followed by coffee spilling on Lindsay's open journal. And annoyed muttering about creepy things being creepy. Then give it about five minutes before there's a very loud - echoing - screech. Followed by a distant thump, and the journal landing on the floor closed.

Lindsay has met trap door, and only her journal remains in the darkened hallway.]

[open, open. Try through journal if you like, but she won't be getting back to you for a bit]