Nest of spiders: Difference between revisions

A week ago, after several years of staying out of my family home, I came back. What I was doing, who I am, and why I was there is not important now and doesn’tdoesn't affect THIS event. Anyway, my private life is nothing that would interest someone. I must also say that I never was afraid of spiders before. I didn’tdidn't pay close attention to them. No matter if it was those on the walls behind furniture or in nature. I want to say that what happened to me and what I felt wasn't ordinary fear of these creatures. It was something more, incomparable to the usual fear of spiders, like what an arachnophobe feels. Until now, I had no reason to fear them…

That day's morning was so ordinary, routine… Throughout my previous stay at home I quite rarely left the house, I did only short trips to the store or old friends. I live in a small village, and life in it is not very entertaining, but then again, on the other hand, I can finally calm down. It is very good after a long time spent in a busy city. I decided that I will spend this day alone, walking in the woods located quite near my house. I have many memories of this place, mainly from the period of my childhood, before I left home. A lot has changed over the years. The neighborhood has become more desolate. Many of the houses that were once inhabited, now stood empty. One of the things that upset me most was the appearance of the forest. Areas that were overgrown with various plants became a place where people were throwing out their household rubbish. Despite this fact, the area looked just as I remembered it. The same narrow and well-trodden path leading between much-higher-than-before trees. I remembered also that in the middle of the forest lived a forester, with his wife and two sons. Both of them were older than me, but as kids we got along pretty well. I quite frequently saw them. Their house was extraordinary, almost all made of wood. This wasn’twasn't a new building, so plants such as ivy and moss began to grow over him, which gave an amazing effect. The house was of medium size, and had one floor. Next to it was a huge barn, also made of wood, which was used for the storage of sticks and wood, as well as storage the equipment needed to work in the forest, such as a saw, an axe or a sickle. The courtyard of this house, even though it was in the middle of the forest, didn't have trees, and was covered only by low, cut grass. My friends and I frequently spent time near this place.

I decided to try to find this house and see what state it is in at the moment. I didn't have plans for today anyway. It's possible that even residents of the lodge moved out long ago. I just wasn't sure that I could again find my way to this. I didn't remember in which direction I had to go to get to it. I decided that I would rely on luck and loiter around the area. Fortunately I took a camera with myself, so I had the opportunity to make a few photos as a souvenir, and also to give attention to something on the off-chance that exploration went wrong. After half an hour spent on walking and taking pictures, I noticed that I luckily had gone in the right direction. Far away from me, I saw the familiar shape of the building. In addition, I realized that since an hour ago when I stepped into the woods, I haven’thaven't met any person. People living in places like this must feel so alone. Ultimately the closest house to them is about half a kilometer away. Besides, this is not one of the safer places to live. In the event of any accident or other unfortunate event, it's difficult to get help.

After some time, the singing of birds also died down, and the area seemed to be really empty. I slowly approached the lodge. The building, besides a fragment of a destroyed fence made of wood, didn’tdidn't have any fences, so anyone could easily get into the yard. The first thing that caught my attention was the windows of the house. They had a cracked glass, or no glass at all. Moreover the building almost hadn't changed, only in some places the already-old wood chewed by termites was beginning to crumble. I went up to one of the windows and looked inside. The interior looked like no one had stayed there for at least a few years. Lots of dust and dirt covered the furnitures inside. Additionally, everywhere I saw cobwebs. I had never before seen them in such large quantities. But that didn't surprised me much, after all, creatures such as spiders or insects could easily get there. Another piece of evidence that indicated that the house was abandoned for some time was everyday objects randomly scattered throughout the room. I thought that was very strange, because if the family would have moved out of there, they would've taken all their belongings with them. Also, it seemed highly unlikely to me that anyone could live there. Not in these conditions. The longer I stared at the interior of the building, the more I wanted to discover what was invisible at the moment for me in these places. I looked around me again to be sure that no one was watching me and… In this moment came the sound of my cell. I picked it up and found out that my mother wanted me to come home soon. I decided that, if only I could, I would come back here tomorrow. Until then I'd try to find out anything I could about this place. I headed in the direction from which I came. Behind me I heard the sound of repealing doors so I quickly looked back. The doors of the barn located opposite the house were softly ajar and slightly twitching. Unfortunately, I was standing too far away to be able to see anything which could be in that building through this interstice, and I detected only darkness. Admittedly, I didn't look very thoroughly there, but I thought it was only a light breeze, even though today, the summer weather was completely windless. However, a strange feeling came over me, that for a moment I could make out in the dark the shape of a human form. I picked up the camera and looking through the zoom lens I viewed more closely, so that I could see how this place looked like up close, without unnecessary approximation to it. What appeared to be empty blackness from a distance changed into the fragment of the interior of the barn. There was nothing except a concrete floor, on which was scattered sawdust, surrounded by wooden walls. I decided that today I would resign from the examination of this place, moreover, at this time I didn't have time for this, so I should get back. Especially that my mother was waiting for me, and the road back wasn't particularly short.