Eight Legged Freaks: The Sequel

So apparently, Hollywood decided shooting "Eight Legged Freaks: The Sequel" would somehow be beneficiary to the world. They also made an executive decision to shoot it at an exclusive location, and not tell the owners of said location about it. This location... is my bedroom. With my bed being one of the main props of the movie. They seem to enjoy late night shooting, i found out last night, when one of these ridiculously large 'Freaks' started darting across my bed (while i was laying in it) helter skelter at 3:30 am. As you can imagine, i didn't remain in my bed for long. The inevitable screaming that was escaping my mouth as the 'Freak' continued to run full speed all over my bed woke up my sister, and she came in asking what was going on. My attempts to speak at moments like this resemble something of a retarded person with a speech impediment trying to warn the town's folk of a creature, whom he just moments before, witnessed killing 5 people. My sister has known me for 21 years now, so she caught on pretty quickly to what was going on. "Where is it?" she asked a traumatized me. I pointed. "That is big!" Sister exclaims. 'YA THINK?!' my mind says, but i know i need sister on my side at this moment, and me having just woke her up at 3:30 am, i conclude that keeping this thought to myself is best. "KILL IT!" comes freely from my mouth about every 5 seconds, though. She finally meanders over to my bed, shoe in hand, and she sees the opportunity. BAM! Shoe connects to bed, and 'Freak' runs even faster all over. A miss. Now sister is jumping away scared as the 'Freak' seems to puff itself up and appear even bigger than before. I'm having a bit of a breakdown over in an open area of my room where i am able to spot any freaks that may appear from nowhere, and as the running and puffing of the 'Freak' begins, I'm doing a sort of dance and cannot watch where the 'Freak' is headed. Then i get the best news of the night. "It went into your blankets." sister tells me. Shit. Sister's getting pissed because she has to be up in a few hours for work, and i tell her to go back to bed and that I'm going upstairs to sleep on the couch. I just hope that the director fuck of this evil movie got the shots he needed, because i was out of there faster than Chester the Cheetos Cheetah on the scent of a cheesy delight.