The loud scream pierced through the Patrick Henry Mall air. It was cold and eerie night, but I as in the best place that I could see fit the mall. When I’m inside those four walls I feel that there is nothing that could harm me, except for maybe a credit card reaching it’s limit or the store not having any more mediums in the cutest cashmere sweater I’ve ever seen in my life. Anyway like I was saying, yeah so I heard this really loud scream that totally disturbed the whole shopping atmosphere. I was like hey, I really don’t have to go back to work until one since I’m on my lunch break, and I’ve hit all the sales already, I might as well se where the hell that scream came from. So I cautiously Charlie’s Angeled it around the mall hiding behind manicans and ducking behind the plants, just kidding, until, I heard it again. It sounded like it was coming from the pet shop, but what could it be; maybe somebody got bitten or a cat pissed on somebody shoe. Wait a minute, now it was like continuing non stop and seemed never ending I kinda felt like something was wrong for real so I sprinted to where the noise was coming from and looked all around but I couldn’t see anything until I looked down. There was a red-faced lady laying on the floor scream and yelling “get it off me, get it off me”. A huge tarantula that had wrecked havoc on the whole shop was attacking the lady. It had thrown over tables and broken glass cages, and now it was about to kill this poor middle-aged lady. What was I supposed to do? Who am I supposed to call? I brilliantly said, “Hold on I’ll help you, what do you want me to do?” The lady responded, “What do you think I want you to do, get this thing off of me now”. “ Hey lady there’s now reason to get upset or anything” I replied shocked by her rude response, “ I’m trying to help you out, and ...
