True story, it happened to me in Goa, while living in a fisher's hut in Calangute. A micro narration in a minute or so.

TRANSCRIPT
Somewhere I read that they can smell your fear just like dogs, and that they are attracted by your fear, and that they come to punish you. Well, maybe the bit about punishment wasn't in the article, and I don't know whether they have a sense of smell. But then, how do we explain that I seem to be the only one that notices them, eh? Well, I wake up at night and I see a black something sliding on my arm, 12 centimetres long. I'm terrified, but I don't scream. I just pull it away and throw it as far as I can. In the morning, I find 12 centimetres of black, tiny hair stuck into my skin. I hate it. F$#@ it!