The Spider in the Drawer
Charlie had a bed with drawers attached beneath it. A specific drawer was meant for his favourite clothes. One day, Charlie grabbed his most-valued t-shirt and put it on, forgetting to close the drawer before exiting the room to brush his teeth. When Charlie got back from the bathroom, he noticed a big hairy spider creeping along the side of his bed, inching closer towards his open drawer that was filled to the brim with amazing shirts.
“Oh no!” Charlie thought. “I don’t want that icky spider crawling all over my best clothes!” Quickly, Charlie grabbed his baseball bat and tried to splat the spider, missing his big swing. The spider spattered its feet up the side of the open drawer. Charlie kicked the drawer shut, but not before the spider crawled in.
Charlie couldn’t bare the thought of the spider getting it’s gross legs all over his favourite attire, so he whipped the drawer back open. Unfortunately, the spider had vanished. Charlie began taking each neatly folded shirt out of the drawer, cautiously, in case the spider leeched itself onto one of them. The only thing worse than a spider crawling on Charlie’s clothes… is a spider crawling on Charlie. One by one, Charlie inspected each shirt until the drawer was completely empty. No sign of the spider.
For several days, Charlie didn’t put his shirts back in the drawer. Every morning he would open it and take a long look inside of the empty wooden container, hoping that the spider would magically appear. It never did. By this point, Charlie had given up, assuming that the spider may have escaped the drawer unnoticed. Charlie was still nervous about putting all of his clothes back in the drawer and felt the need to ease himself back into using it. Charlie went to his pile of clean clothes that were sitting in the corner of the room and grabs one. He unfolds a bright green t-shirt, probably his least favourite of the bunch, and tosses it into the empty drawer. He decided he would leave it there overnight. If in the morning there was no sign of the spider, and the shirt was unharmed, Charlie would put all of his clothes back in. Charlie shuts the drawer with the green shirt inside and gets ready for bed.
Charlie woke up the next morning with a big relaxed stretch. He props himself off the bed and moves his hand to the drawer below. Charlie is shocked when he opens the drawer and sees that it is empty, his green shirt is completely gone. Dread builds as he wonders where it could have gone, unable to shake the image of a spider from his mind. He runs downstairs to the breakfast table.
“Mom! Dad! Have you seen my green shirt?” Charlie asks with a trickle of sweat descending his brow. His parents deny ever seeing it and suggest he check the laundry room. Charlie knows he didn’t put it there, but plans to check when he gets back home from school, just incase.
When Charlie gets home, he immediately checks the washer and dryer, finding only his dad’s construction clothes. All night, he looks around the house. The living room, the dining room, the front porch and backyard. He does a second clean sweep of his own bedroom, opening and emptying every drawer, checking the closet and under the mattress. Charlie gets so tired from looking all over the house that he falls asleep before brushing his teeth.
Charlie opens his eyes in a bright room, not his bedroom. He’s surrounded by green walls and his entire body is wrapped in a straight jacket, he cannot move.
“Help! Help!” Nobody hears his cries. Charlie is unsure what to do. He tries standing up, but his feet are tied. He literally cannot move a muscle. He starts yelling at the top of his longs. “Help! Help!!”
With each gasp, Charlie can hear the drywall crumbling. He stops shouting and sees a crack forming in the wall. With every heartbeat, the crack would grow, sprouting trails that fragmented the green surface. There is silence for a moment and Charlie hears a feint tapping sound. Out from the cracks crawl hundreds of thousands of spiders, covering the green in a hellacious black.
All of their hungry eyes watch him as they sprawl towards his head. Charlie’s heart races with anxiety as one approaches his mouth…
Charlie’s eyes spring open, awakening from his nightmare. He feels a moment of relief. Charlie tries reaching his hand below the bed but cannot move a muscle. It’s just like his dream, he starts scrambling to try and escape. Immediately refilled with fear, Charlie tries to scream. This time, his mouth is muffled. Charlie is fully wrapped in a green sticky thread-like cocoon. He looks up and he sees something descending down towards him. A spider spiralling down the ceiling from a green-thread of web.
Written by Johnny Papan