One crawled into my ear once, and after that I felt like they were all over me as soon as I went down the stairs. Everything itched, but not from my skin, from inside me, like their little legs were tickling my brain. I sat on my beanbag and played Mortal Kombat and tried to imagine that I was there, not in the basement, and that’s the only way I could forget about the silverfish and the dark.
