The Long Dark Haul

Squeaky is here. I wanted a cigarette from her. There was a very scary bug that was popping up from the water every time someone felt a certain feeling. Someone caught one. There is an old woman, Patsy S. maybe. A struggle. I knew I could leave my something with my sister on the couch. We were very fearful of this large bug with many thick, dark and hairy legs. Spider-like. Lots of water. We are on a raft of sorts. I see a blur on my right shoulder. It pestered me the entirety of my recollection. I was worried it was the water bug.