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Keyer and Chrystel - Poached by a PoacherAnna Keyer was unable to move a muscle. Trapped and alone, her heart was gripped with a paralysing fear. She couldn’t move her hands or her legs. Not in a long time had the intrepid reporter been in a situation as horrifying as this. All she could do was take deep, panicked breaths, before she screamed at the top of her lungs, “CHRYSTEL HEEEEELLLLLPPPPP!”
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Immediately her cry of distress was answered the sound of fast moving footsteps on the outside staircase, before in burst Anna’s housemate and reporting partner Chrystel. A worried expression forming on her tanned, freckled face Chrystel asked, “Are you OK Anna?”
Anna wasn’t OK. She was stood on the lid of her toilet with her fearful eyes fixated on the small spider standing on her bathmat.
Chrystel’s worry immediately gave way to a mix of exasperation and amusement, and raising her eyebrow at her friend she remarked, “Seriously Anna, it