The scream got stuck in my throat before I even saw it clearly. One moment I was reaching for an old toolbox, the next I was staring into something that should not have been there. The air changed. The room shrank. My skin crawled as my eyes adjusted and I finally understood what was lurking behind that cabine… Continues…
I didn’t sleep properly for days after that morning. The exterminator came and went, the nest was scraped away, the spiders destroyed, but the image stayed: that hidden kingdom quietly thriving just a few feet from where we lived our everyday lives. It felt like a violation, as if the house had been keeping a secret from us, as if I had walked in on something I was never meant to see.
