Richards had just finished telling the hairdresser about his Borneo expedition when she stepped backward, her face pale and her mouth gaping open. She put a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp.
Richards widened his eyes when he saw what had shocked the hairdresser. Several small, black spiders were crawling around his head, cascading down his face. The hairdresser unleashed a bloodcurdling scream as the number of spiders multiplied.
Richards reached up to brush them from his head and out of his hair, but the spiders kept coming, covering his hands, his neck, his half-cut hair. He felt a tremendous itch as they crawled up his nose and into his mouth. The last thing he saw was his own face in the mirror, covered completely in tiny black scurrying spiders. Then, a ripping sound as his face tore open with a smattering of blood and tissue, covering the mirror with a wet mess. Thousands more spiders burst out of the gore behind his face. The hairdresser fainted at the harrowing sight, as Richards’ head gave way completely, his skull collapsing outwards to reveal a giant black spider, its long, hairy legs wrapped around his exposed brain.