Real life horror story

i had a recent encounter with a rather large bug that crawled out of my laundry basket. i am not a fan of bugs, in general, and even less so when i am not feeling well, as i was the night of this encounter. the damn thing crawled right out of my dirty laundry hamper (which up until that point i was thinking about moving so i could go do laundry). it looked like a normal roach of some kind and I've dealt with lots of those so i, of course, was still fairly calm at this point, and i went to find something to smash it with. when  i returned to my room, flip flop in hand, ready to attack i found that the roach had not moved, but then as soon as i got close that sucker took off at lightening speed (and i swear grew a few extra legs, it was truly supernatural) in a fraction of a second i no longer had any idea where to find my tormentor and panic set it. after a short look around, still panicking  i decided i would just get into bed and wait it out.  that's when these post started to flow from my fingers

"pretty sure i wont get any sleep tonight and in fact i may just die. there is a bug...possibly a roach...that just crawled out of my laundry basket and now i can't find it anywhere......is this what a heart attack feels like"

and

"seriously. i'm too afraid of a damn bug to go use the jon. what have i become!?!?!?!
sleep deprived, i've become sleep deprived..."

you may have seen them, you may have even laughed. but as ridiculous as it is it was genuine fear that had consumed me. i spent the remainder of my night in a state of constant fear. i tried to watch a few shows and pretend i didn't care, but all i could think about was that bug...and the fact that it was still lurking somewhere in my room. eventually i did fall asleep, thanks to being ill and all worked up over a bug i didn't get much good sleep. however, when i woke up in the morning i no longer cared about the bug. although, i would still like to know where it got off to. i really hope that when i move my laundry it doesn't pop up again, i'd hate to have a relapse.