The Storage (standard:horror, 0 words)
Author: Casey Ponciano	Added: Jul 14 2001	Views/Reads: 3563/2186	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Michael didn't like the new house they were moving to. But what gave him the creeps was the old strage beside the house. He wondered what lurked inside of it. He would soon find out and it would change his life forever.

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which was black.  The door itself was falling apart.  The doorknob on 
it was rusted and hanging by a bolt. The hinges of the door were also 
rusted and one of the hinges was not connected with the door.  I could 
tell that at one time the door was a white color, but dust layered on 
it, and it made it a yellow dirty color.  On the upper left corner, 
under the roof, hung spider webs and the weeds around the storage were 
my height.  Anything could have hid in them.  The thought of snakes and 
other disgusting insects hiding in the weeds gave me the willies.  The 
storage was a complete mess.  I would hate to see the inside of it.  No 
telling what lies inside.  I quivered as the thought crossed my mind 
and I felt goosebumps over my body.  It was a creepy place. 

“Found the key yet dad?”  I asked.  I wanted to be inside.  I didn’t
want to stay outside any longer.  It was sundown and I didn’t think 
that the storage would look great in the dark. 

“I ... got it,” my father said as he took the keys out of his pocket. 
He lifted the key up in the air as if he found something valuable.  He 
unlocked the door and grabbed the doorknob. 

“Hurry daddy,” David said impatiently as he grabbed my father’s arm. 

“Okay, here we go,” my father said.  I heard the lock click.  Dad
twisted the doorknob and pushed the door.  It opened. 

“Cool.  Let’s go inside,” Thomas said.  My father stepped in first. 
Then followed David, Thomas, and then my mother with Joey holding on to 
her arm.  Joey was the youngest in the family.  He was six years old 
and a momma’s boy.  He was very spoiled because of my parents, but that 
was because he was the youngest.  He had shoulder-length brown hair, 
blue eyes, and he got whatever he wanted. As I entered the house last, 
I looked at the storage one last time.  There was something strange 
about it.  Then Joey’s yelling startled me. 

“Mommy, it’s dark in here!” he yelled out loud. 

“Tom, turn on the lights.  Joey’s scared,” my mother said. 

“Joey, calm down,” my father said.  It was very dark.  I thought it was
a good idea if my father did turn on the light.  “The switch is 
somewhere around here,” he said as I heard him bumping into things, 
searching for the switch.  “Yuck, what did I run into?  Ah, here it 
is.”  He turned on the lights.  It wasn’t dark anymore, but I preferred 
it.  The inside of the house was a mess.  It reminded me of the storage 
outside. There was dust and broken furniture everywhere.  The room we 
were in was the kitchen.  The table in the middle of the room was 
broken.  There weren’t any chairs around it and the cabinets on the 
walls were damaged.  The doors on the cabinets were hanging by a hinge. 
 The cabinets still had canned foods and boxed-up foods.  They must 
have been from the previous family that lived there.  They must have 
been in a hurry, leaving their food behind.  But what stood out the 
most in the kitchen were the spider webs.  They covered the entire 
room. 

“Dad, how much did you pay for this dump?” I asked him as he wiped the
spider web from his face. 

“Michael,” my mother said. 

“Sandy, that’s fine.  I expected that from him.  I got it for a good
price.  The owner is going to drop by tonight.  He should have been 
here already.  He told me the house needed a little bit of cleaning.”  
He put his cap back on.  “And I know we can do it,” he said as he 
looked at all of us.   We all looked down at the floor. 

“Well guys, you heard your father.  Thomas go get the brooms from the
station wagon,” my mother said.  He left and came back with three 
brooms and two dustpans. 

“This is all we have.  Daddy, can I look in that little house outside
and see if there is anything in there?” Thomas asked. 

“No,” I said immediately.  I had a bad felling about that storage. 

“Yes, Thomas,” my father replied and looked at me. Thomas smiled, stuck
his tongue out at me, and ran outside. 

“Michael, what was that?”  My mother asked. 

“Sorry mom.  That storage just gives me the creeps.” 

“It’s nothing to be worried about,” she said.  “It just needs a little
cleaning too.”  And she was probably right.  Dad then looked at his 
watch. 

“The owner should have been here already.  I wonder what’s taking him so
long?” my father said. 

“Alright everybody.  Lets start cleaning.  I’ll start in the bathroom,”
my mother said. 

I was sweeping by the broken table and then I heard my mother scream. 
We ran into the bathroom.  As we entered, we saw what terrorized her.  
In the toilet bowl, there was a dead small animal, with spiders all 
over its mutilated body.  I could not tell what it was and the smell in 
the bathroom was terrible.  I covered my nose and I stepped out of the 
bathroom.  My family followed.  Then we heard another scream.  It was 
Thomas.  It was coming from the storage.  Everyone ran outside with my 
father leading.  When we got there, Thomas was sitting by the storage 
on the ground, with his knees to his chest, hugging himself.  He was 
rocking himself back and forth. 

“What’s wrong baby?” my mother asked. 

“In there,” he said as he pointed into the storage.  The door was
opened.  We all walked in.  My mother was carrying Joey and David was 
holding on to my father’s hand.  We saw a picture of horror.  In the 
corner of the first room lied the body of a man wrapped in a webbed 
cocoon. 

“That’s the owner,” my father said. 

“Oh my God,” my mother said. 

The owner’s hands and face were blue.  He had a big hole on the top of
his head and we could see the inside of his skull.  Blood and puss 
oozed out.  His veins were a dark purple and clearly outlined out of 
his skin from his entire body. 

“What’s wrong with him mommy?” Joey asked. 

“Sandy, take the kids out.  They don’t have to see this,” my father
said.  Then we heard Thomas screaming again.  We left him outside 
alone. 

We ran outside and looked at him.  His was still sitting on the floor,
trembling. 

“Michael, pick him up,” my mother told me.  And I did.  It was hard to
pick him up, because he hugged himself into a little ball.  He would 
not let go of himself.  As I held him, I could feel his body trembling. 
He wouldn’t stop. 

“Stop it, Thomas, you’re scaring me,” I told him, but he wouldn’t
listen. 

“Stop it Thomas, its going to be okay,” my mother said, but he still
didn’t listen.  My mother walked toward us.  She grabbed Thomas by the 
chin. 

“Thomas Willis Picks, stop it right this minute.  You’re scaring your
brothers,” she said, but he wasn’t listening.  His entire body started 
to change to the color blue.  The veins on his arms, bubbled out of his 
skin.  He started breathing fast and he foamed at the mouth.  I didn’t 
know what to do.  I thought he was so scared that he was having a 
seizure.  His eyes rolled back and his body started shaking.  I 
couldn’t hold him any longer, so I laid him on the floor.  As I did, I 
felt the back of his head.  There was an indention on the top of his 
head and I felt something wet as I slipped my hand out from underneath 
him.  I looked at my right hand and I saw a mixture of blood with 
something else all over it.  My right hand started stinging.  I looked 
at the top of his head and there was an opening.  I could see the 
inside of his head.  A mixture of blood and puss dripped out of the 
wound.  I grabbed his hand, and I felt that his body was very cold.  My 
mother screamed and the boys yelled.  My father grabbed my mother and 
he turned her face away from Thomas.  I became in shocked and the only 
thing I could do was stare.  It was a horrible sight.  Thomas started 
breathing faster and then he stopped.  His body also stopped shaking. 
“Thomas?” I asked, but he didn’t answer.  He was dead.  My mother let 
go of my father and grabbed my little brothers.  She cried out loud.  
Then something stuck to Thomas’s stomach.  It was a giant string of a 
spider web.  It came from the roof of the storage.  I looked up and 
became frightened at what I saw.  It was a gigantic spider.  It spun 
Thomas up, like a yo-yo, and took his body.  My mother screamed again 
and my brothers cried.  The stinging on my right hand became worse.  It 
turned to a burning feeling, like I touched a used iron.  I needed some 
water quick. 

“Sandy, you have to calm down for the boys,” my father said as he placed
his hands on my mother’s face. 

“Okay, I will,” she said as she wiped her tears. 

“We’ve got to get in the station wagon and leave before that thing comes
out and gets the rest of us,” my father said.  But I didn’t want to 
leave.  I wanted my brother Thomas.  And no matter how much my hand 
burned, I was going to get him back.  I ran to the storage.  “No 
Michael.  We have to get out of here.  He’s already dead,” my father 
yelled at me as he tried to grab me.  But I was faster than he was. 

“I’m not leaving my brother,” I said.  I didn’t want to believe that
Thomas was dead.  I should have kept an eye out for him and I should 
have gone with him to the damn storage. 

In the storage, I ran to the second room.  In the far back wall lied
several decaying bodies in webbed cocoons as deceased dinners for the 
giant spider.  There were small spiders everywhere, crawling on the 
lifeless bodies. I nearly vomited when I saw a spider crawl out the 
mouth of one of the decaying bodies.  Spider webs covered the entire 
room.  The giant spider was using the storage to store its food.  I 
looked up on the ceiling and the ceiling moved.  I thought it was about 
to crumble on me so I crossed my hands over my face and then I realized 
why it moved.  It was the entrance for the giant spider.  It was the 
opening for the spider to get in the storage and as it crawled in, it 
had my brother dragging behind him in a webbed cocoon.  I don’t know 
how the hell this spider got so huge, but I wasn’t going to let it get 
away with killing my brother.  The spider came up to me and it stopped 
in front of me.  It waited for me to make a move.  It watched me, with 
its eight dark-black eyes.  And I watch its long fangs and its eight 
5-foot legs.  I didn’t want it jumping on me or stinging me.  I’ve seen 
how spiders do that technique to other insects.  But I wondered how it 
looked with a 7-foot spider.  I didn’t want it to test it on me.  I 
looked around the room to find anything to get rid of the gigantic 
arachnid.  On the right wall, I spotted a shelf with a container of 
gasoline.  I needed the right time to go for the gasoline so I waited 
for the spider to make its move first.  And it did, and I dodged it.  
Its fangs bit the wall behind me.  It left two holes that were the same 
size on top of Thomas’s head.  At the end of the fangs, I saw the venom 
drip.  As the venom hit the floor, fumes raised.  The venom was strong 
as acid. 

I ran to the shelf.  I grabbed the container of gasoline and took out my
lighter.  I was a smoker, which was the only bad thing about me.  I 
opened the container and threw the gasoline at the spider.  The spider 
shook himself like a dog, not realizing what I threw at it. “Burn you 
bastard,” I told the spider.  I turned on the lighter and threw it.  
The spider burst into flames and it shrieked as it burned. “Thomas, 
grab my hand,” I said to Thomas’s lifeless body.  I couldn’t reach him. 
 The fire was getting heavy, but I didn’t want to see my brother dead.  
I had to accept though it if I wanted to live.  I did and I left him.  
I cried as I ran out of the storage and the storage caved in.  I was 
relieved that I made it out on time and the whole thing was over.  I 
looked at my tearing family as they waited in the station wagon for me. 
 I saw my mother crying and my father trying to comfort her and my 
brothers.  I wanted to get out of this place.  And I felt, I would be.  
But, then I heard the shrieking sound of the burning spider.  I looked 
up on the roof of the house and there it stood on fire.  The burning 
was not enough to kill it.  The spider squatted and leaped.  I looked 
at my family as they waved for me to hurry up.  I nodded my head as I 
realized my hopes had ended. The flaming spider landed on the station 
wagon and punctured its legs in the doors like nails and my family was 
unable to escape out of the station wagon.  My father and my mother 
pounded at the windows.  I saw my brothers hugging each other in the 
back seat as they cried.  Then the spider punctured his back left leg 
into the gas tank, and the station wagon exploded with my family in it. 
 They burned like the hideous spider monster that I set on fire and I 
lost my family. 


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