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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/Historical-Plate-228 on 2024-09-15 22:51:29+00:00.

My name is Alan. I’m fifteen and I live in a small town south of Wyoming. My Dad passed away last year and my mother has been trying to find the solution to her problems at the bottom of a bottle since his passing. She doesn’t acknowledge me much but ive grown to get used to it in the last few months.

The pain in my left arm has been growing the last few days. A few weeks ago it was only a small itchy sensation in the forearm area. I paid it no mind of course, I mean who would? I was most likely stung by a mosquito or bitten by some other small bug. I would later be proven more wrong then I thought possible.

After the first week the itch had been replaced with a feeling of soreness. This was when I first started to put forward the idea that this could be more than a simple itch or bite. I pushed the idea aside. it’s not like I could do anything about it. The nearest hospital is hours away so I couldn’t possibly get checked out. It doesn’t help that my moms car broke down a few months back. “it’s just sore… nothing to worry about”.

That was until last wednesday. The soreness was a burning burning feeling. It was as if my forearm was filled with needles and each of them were scraping against the bone just hoping to make it to the center. I also noticed a small lump forming in the center of where the itch had first originated. I tried to tell my mom. Maybe she’d take me seriously and I’d be able to find some way to a clinic or hospital. However this attempt was met with an immediate “yeah yeah whatever go play outside”. So I decided to push through the pain. My Mom had a trip a few days after that and I didnt want to ruin that for her. God knows she needs it.

My mom left for her trip a few days before the incident.

A small needle-sized hole appeared on the lump. That and the lump had begun to grow. The itching and pain had become too much and I had begun to pick at the lump only slightly expanding the small hole. It was then that a small black toothpick-like line began to come from the hole…then another…and another…I froze in my tracks…spiders… I let out a scream as more spiders of all sizes began to crawl out of my arm and began to burrow into different parts of my arm. Then it hit me. they were going to turn my entire arm into a sort of nest. I panicked and walked into what used to be my dads study. I was hoping that he had left some sort of medicine or acid or I don’t know anything to get these spiders out of my damn arm! I rummaged through all of his drawers and found only a bunch of books…and a gigli saw. I hesitated but was quickly snapped back to reality by the feeling of the spiders moving inside of my arm. I grabbed the gigly saw and bit onto one tip of the saw and held the other tip with my right arm as I began to move my arm back and forth. The saw line scraped into my shoulder as I continued to cut through my arm, tears coming to my eyes. Blood trickled down my side as the saw line moved through my shoulder muscle. Through the muscle as I hit the bone. I winced in pain and bit down on my shirt collar as I began to sob. My lifeless left arm fell to the ground as I began to crawl away from it holding where my arm once was. I got up and ran onto the street holding where my shoulder once was.

That leads up to today. I lay here in a hospital bed typing this out on my phone. I’m just glad it’s over. The only thing that worries me is that the police had told me that they went to investigate my house and said that they found the gigli saw. However my left arm was nowhere to be found.