Just before midnight, I went to the kitchen to get myself a little snack. The lights were off and all I had to rely on was the moonlight and streetlights outside to guide my way. Anyway, as I was reaching towards the cupboard, I saw a suspicious shadow on the wall. I immediately turned the light-switch on, and... it was a spider. Don't worry, I very bravely killed it.
It was in front of my closed bedroom door! To open my door, I'd have to pull the knob towards myself, and the approaching door would have disturbed the spider, which means it could have moved towards my feet!
I cleaned my book with an alcohol wipe afterwards.
Because it was in my way, duh!
I didn't pee myself, you pervert!
Why would I hide under the covers? I'd lose track of the spider's whereabouts. Your completely fictitious story has more plot holes than your alleged "issues" with Khemjira.
Oh look, it's the pervert's mentor! I didn't scream or pee!
It's 1 a.m. and I get up to go take a leak. On a whim, I turn on the ceiling light, and lucky that I did so, because right in front of my bedroom door was a big spider, blocking my path to the bathroom. But as we all know, I am totally not afraid of spiders, so I did not panic. And I very bravely dropped one of my books on top of it. Now my bedroom is spider-free and I can go back to sleep.