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Eye of the Spider
Chapter Two.
"You will come with me," Mr. Carlson finally said to Craig. The way he spoke the words made your skin crawl. He added, "I'll deal with you other boys later."
Craig looked at us as Mr. Carlson dragged him back into the school.
"Let's get out of here!" Eric said.
"No, we have to stick by Craig," I said. "Let's sneak around to Mr. Carlson's room. Maybe we can see what's going on."
We circled around to the other side of the school and crept on our hands and knees under the windows of the classroom. Then we slowly eased our heads up.
Nothing was happening.
Mr. Carlson leaned against the front of his desk, and Craig sat in front of him. Mr. Carlson wasn't even shouting. He was just playing with his pocket watch and talking in a low, calm voice. Craig keep nodding in agreement. Nothing more.
We didn't go back to the steps. We waited up the street a little way. Finally Craig came out and joined us.
"What did old man Carlson said?" Eric asked.
"Did he mention the flies in his tea?" I asked.
"Spiders are our friends," Craig said. "They're very useful creatures. We should never, never hurt spiders."
"You're joking, right?" Eric said.
"We should never, never hurt spiders," Craig repeated. "They're very smart. Did you know that?They're our friends."
"Even when they're crawling up your leg?" I asked him. Eric and I laughed, but Craig just smiled.
"We should never, never hurt them," he said
.
We had come to the corner, and Craig turned up the street where his house was.
"He's acting like a zombie," I said.
"Maybe Mr. Carlson fed him some magic mind-control formula," Eric joked.
"I think we should find out," I said. "We should go out to Carlson's house and check on him."
"That's silly," Eric said. "What would we find?"
"I don't know. All I know is that Craig sounds very, very weird. And Mr. Carlson's the cause of it. We have to do something before he gets to us, too. Remember what he said? ' I'll deal with you boys later.' "
"Do you know where he lives?" Eric asked.
"Yes. He moved into that old house on Reeves Lane."
"That abandoned house out in the woods?"
"That's right," I answered. "Meet me at seven o'clock. We'll walk out there just as it's getting dark. Or are you afraid?"
"I'll be there," he said.
Reeves Lane wasn't too far from the town, but the thick woods there crowded right up to the road. Everything was in shadow. The wind moaned through the tops of the pine trees.
To get to the house, we had to walk up a long dirt road.
"Mr. Carlson has to be a creep just to live out here," I said. "I'll bet there's something weird going on in that house."
We saw Mr. Carlson's house in the driveway. We crept even closer, trying not to make a sound. We pushed through the thick bushes at the back of the house.
"Ugh, I feel something weird," Eric said.
"These brushes are covered with cobwebs," I said. "They're everywhere."
If you've ever gotten cobwebs on your face, you know how gross they feel. And they're hard to get off. They stick. Eric and I were waving our arms, trying to get untangled. Suddenly, we realized we were making too much noise. We quickly retreated back into the woods.
"Let's climb up on the back porch," I said. "We can get a better view inside there anyway."
I led the way as we crept back toward the house. I started to climb the steps. Suddenly, one of them let out a loud creak. I shuddered. Eric and I both waited, holding our breaths. Nothing happened.
I crossed the porch as quietly as I could. We squatted under the window and slowly raised our heads. We looked through a dirty window. Inside we saw ...
Nothing.
The house was empty. No furniture, no lights, just a bare room full of cobwebs. It looked as if nobody lived there.
We crept down from the porch. As we began to make our way back into the woods, we noticed a light coming from the basement. We crawled under the bushes to peek through the little window. It was hard to see, the window was so dirty. But inside it looked sort of like the science laboratory at school.
We barely had a chance to look, though. Two seconds later, we heard a door swing open and heavy footsteps on the porch right above us.
"Who's there?" shrieked Mr. Carlson. He didn't sound happy.
We froze. Mr. Carlson pounded down the steps. Fortunately, he turned in the other direction. That gave us time to scramble out from under the bushes.
We tiptoed away from the house. I looked back to see where Mr. Carlson had gone. I didn't see the old metal bucket lying in front of me. My foot came down in top of it, I fell on my backside, and the bucket clattered down the slope.
"Stop!" we heard a voice yell. It hardly sounded human." Come back here, you!"
Did we stop? Did we go back? What do you think?
Craig looked at us as Mr. Carlson dragged him back into the school.
"Let's get out of here!" Eric said.
"No, we have to stick by Craig," I said. "Let's sneak around to Mr. Carlson's room. Maybe we can see what's going on."
We circled around to the other side of the school and crept on our hands and knees under the windows of the classroom. Then we slowly eased our heads up.
Nothing was happening.
Mr. Carlson leaned against the front of his desk, and Craig sat in front of him. Mr. Carlson wasn't even shouting. He was just playing with his pocket watch and talking in a low, calm voice. Craig keep nodding in agreement. Nothing more.
We didn't go back to the steps. We waited up the street a little way. Finally Craig came out and joined us.
"What did old man Carlson said?" Eric asked.
"Did he mention the flies in his tea?" I asked.
"Spiders are our friends," Craig said. "They're very useful creatures. We should never, never hurt spiders."
"You're joking, right?" Eric said.
"We should never, never hurt spiders," Craig repeated. "They're very smart. Did you know that?They're our friends."
"Even when they're crawling up your leg?" I asked him. Eric and I laughed, but Craig just smiled.
"We should never, never hurt them," he said
.
We had come to the corner, and Craig turned up the street where his house was.
"He's acting like a zombie," I said.
"Maybe Mr. Carlson fed him some magic mind-control formula," Eric joked.
"I think we should find out," I said. "We should go out to Carlson's house and check on him."
"That's silly," Eric said. "What would we find?"
"I don't know. All I know is that Craig sounds very, very weird. And Mr. Carlson's the cause of it. We have to do something before he gets to us, too. Remember what he said? ' I'll deal with you boys later.' "
"Do you know where he lives?" Eric asked.
"Yes. He moved into that old house on Reeves Lane."
"That abandoned house out in the woods?"
"That's right," I answered. "Meet me at seven o'clock. We'll walk out there just as it's getting dark. Or are you afraid?"
"I'll be there," he said.
Reeves Lane wasn't too far from the town, but the thick woods there crowded right up to the road. Everything was in shadow. The wind moaned through the tops of the pine trees.
To get to the house, we had to walk up a long dirt road.
"Mr. Carlson has to be a creep just to live out here," I said. "I'll bet there's something weird going on in that house."
We saw Mr. Carlson's house in the driveway. We crept even closer, trying not to make a sound. We pushed through the thick bushes at the back of the house.
"Ugh, I feel something weird," Eric said.
"These brushes are covered with cobwebs," I said. "They're everywhere."
If you've ever gotten cobwebs on your face, you know how gross they feel. And they're hard to get off. They stick. Eric and I were waving our arms, trying to get untangled. Suddenly, we realized we were making too much noise. We quickly retreated back into the woods.
"Let's climb up on the back porch," I said. "We can get a better view inside there anyway."
I led the way as we crept back toward the house. I started to climb the steps. Suddenly, one of them let out a loud creak. I shuddered. Eric and I both waited, holding our breaths. Nothing happened.
I crossed the porch as quietly as I could. We squatted under the window and slowly raised our heads. We looked through a dirty window. Inside we saw ...
Nothing.
The house was empty. No furniture, no lights, just a bare room full of cobwebs. It looked as if nobody lived there.
We crept down from the porch. As we began to make our way back into the woods, we noticed a light coming from the basement. We crawled under the bushes to peek through the little window. It was hard to see, the window was so dirty. But inside it looked sort of like the science laboratory at school.
We barely had a chance to look, though. Two seconds later, we heard a door swing open and heavy footsteps on the porch right above us.
"Who's there?" shrieked Mr. Carlson. He didn't sound happy.
We froze. Mr. Carlson pounded down the steps. Fortunately, he turned in the other direction. That gave us time to scramble out from under the bushes.
We tiptoed away from the house. I looked back to see where Mr. Carlson had gone. I didn't see the old metal bucket lying in front of me. My foot came down in top of it, I fell on my backside, and the bucket clattered down the slope.
"Stop!" we heard a voice yell. It hardly sounded human." Come back here, you!"
Did we stop? Did we go back? What do you think?
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