A wierd story

It was a dark and stormy night, and I was alone in a room full of gigantic spiders. They surrounded me with their sharp poisonous fangs, eyes gleaming, ready to pounce and kill. I was frightened out of my wit and wanted to just wake up from this nightmare. Then, a part of the ceiling fell on me. I shrieked in pain. I knew it was not a dream. Then, spiders fell from the ceiling and launched themselves on me ready to gnash the life out of me. With one swift stroke of their sword-like fangs, the spiders knocked me out. The spiders started picking at my soon to be dead body. I saw no way out of this. I died.