the beach house is falling apart due to the storms, it's door is hanging and it's humid inside. There is no floor, just sand, and a hole to serve as the outhouse.
beach house, Shore
spider
an exiled person
I'm exiled from my homeland. My morals were not endeared my the invaders. I hate the life of an exile.
Get in this bottle! We need to get in the hole to survive this storm! Bite, bite, bite, bite!  Fingers are so tasty!  Then they turn blue, and go all wastey!  The bottle is not for me I think, go away for you do stink! The humid must be getting to you. Its your only chance! Ah yes, I can feel the strength flow!  When the blood is drink, I can be defeated by no foe! Okay. We'll i'm going into the hole now, good luck with that! No!  My thirst is great!  More blood is required for it to sate! I've been through enough in my homeland to have to put up with an erratic spider! Tasty fingers, tasty hands, tasty toes!  Where I bite, he will not knows! I believe in not killing, but I had to in this case, I just had to. Fangs bite deep, in flesh does the poison flow!  Up now your pant-leg, a biting I will go! It's still alive?! I must have missed. The house is really coming down now, I have to bunker up. Poison travels in the skin deep, the more you struggle - the sooner you will sleep!