They all thought I was crazy for believing it existed. I would have thought I was crazy too if I hadn't found it when I did.

As a little kid I was always looking into the impossible,  hoping, believing I would find something to prove I wasn't crazy. I had a gift that made it so I could see some things that others couldn't. There was one thing I knew for certain though,  I was not born that way.

I kept having reappearing dreams,  where I was affected. I could never explain the dream to my mom.  She would never understand what I was trying to say.

I kept looking for whatever it was that I had seen in my dreams. I would follow a path I was told to follow,  and hope I was getting closer to what I needed to find.

My family told me I was crazy for following a path told my by dream, but I knew I was doing the right thing.  It was years before I got the first sign of it. I saw small movements in the corner of my hotel room. I saw a trail,  a bright purple trail leading out of the room. I followed it,  letting it take me all over the world.

Finally after years of searching and following,  I found it. I captured it and hid it until I could get it back into the states. I could understsnd what it was saying,  and I knew it trusted me. I wouldn't let anyone hurt it.

We made it to my fathers science lab,  and I let it out. Only the most trusted scientists were allowed in that part of the lab,  because I couldn't let anyone hurt it.

After lots of examination it was discovered to be one from the lab.  It had escaped over ten years ago.

It was the spider that bit me and changed me.