I came closer. And in that moment, I felt a chill, like the temperature had suddenly dropped. I was absolutely terrified when I realized what it was
It was… a nest. Huge, grayish-white, as if it were made of cotton and spiderwebs. And inside — dozens, if not hundreds, of tiny creatures.
Spiders. Some were crawling along the surface, others were still, but I saw: it was all alive. This wasn’t old dust or debris — it was a lair.
I didn’t scream. I just bolted out of the garage like a bullet and slammed the door behind me. It took me a full hour — and my husband arriving — to convince myself to go back in, and only with him. At first he laughed, until he looked for himself.
The spiders had been living there for a long time. Their nest had grown, hidden behind the cabinet, among forgotten boxes.
The walls were covered in fine webs, and crawling along them were hairy creatures — some the size of a fingernail, others much bigger. And eggs. There were egg clusters.
“How did we even live here all this time?” I whispered as we called the exterminator.