Well, during my crazy days, I wrote a fiction where I died by a giant spider bite, and was resurected in one of my fan universes. Next week, there's a near-tarantula-sized spider in he kitchen, walking around like he owns the place. Scared the living piss out of me. I stopped writing for a month.
There's also the incedent from a few years back, when there was a random cheerio stuck to the ceiling.
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