I went into the garage just to grab an old toolbox!

At first, I couldn’t make sense of it. It was large, oddly shaped, and covered in a thick, grayish-white coating that looked like dust. But then it moved. Not the whole thing—just small parts of it, twitching in a way that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I froze, staring. Then I stepped closer, and that’s when the air itself seemed to drop in temperature.

What I saw made my stomach twist. It was a nest—not a simple web in the corner, not the kind of thing you swat away with a broom. This was massive, sprawling like some living fortress across the back of the cabinet. It didn’t look real, at least not like anything I’d ever seen. The structure was thick, dense, and fibrous, spun from what looked like layers upon layers of cotton and spiderwebs tangled together into a swirling cocoon.

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