Episode 16: Voices- Spiders

Episode 16- Voices

Jenkins tapped toes to an invisible beat and wiggled like a three year old holding tightly to his magical box. He prominently displayed the colorful Popsicle stick structure on his lap. Ninety-nine spiders shivered and scuttled along the paper walls; he could hear them beg for escape. Tiny spider voices cried and crawled over one another for the few flies he would drop in every night; he was going to miss his children, but every good mother must say goodbye.

Jenkins’ mother didn’t say goodbye. She turned her back and shuffled into the kitchen when the men with the jacket and straps and white van came to take him to “Horizon Dawn”. He screamed and cried and kicked at the men, but she didn’t care. She only cared about Poo-Poo. She didn’t understand about saving Poo-Poo forever. The cat asked so nicely with her pretty purring voice and wanted Jenkins pet her softly behind the ears for always, so he obliged her requests and removed her little kitty brain through her tiny kitty nose with a bent paper clip just like Egyptians on the History channel. He used the kitchen spices. He used his favorite Star Wars sheets. His mommy must have been angry about ripping up the bedding; yes, that was why she didn’t say goodbye.

“Jenkins, you seem very excited about showing me your special box. I can barely wait to see your secrets.”

Dr. Jill didn’t usually feel nervous around patients, but Jenkins energy was slightly maniacal. His eyes sparkled differently as frenetic waves of crazy bounced off his knees. The lid to the box popped up slightly and glitter floated from the sides collecting at their feet. Upon closer examination, she noticed spider drawings on the box. When did Jenkins start a new obsession with spiders? His perseveration was cat based. She flipped through her notes and wrote: for the first time since his arrival, I see the danger in this man.

One of the smaller spiders escaped the lid and started to crawl across Jenkins knee; she was still writing.

Jenkins’ grin curved menacingly on his lips; he was in on the plan.

He had spoken without lyrics to the spiders before the session; he used his mind, and every last one of them listened intently. They lined up in schoolyard desk chairs, each spider sliding into the seat with attached desk. Their pencils at the ready, they took exquisite notes on the plan. Little Sammy elbowed big Ben and sixteen legs flew and fought distracting the class. Jenkins quelled them with an admonishing finger flick and continued espousing the plan via brain wave. He was a Voice in all ninety-nine spider heads; he was just like Grant.

Dr. Jill looked up from her book, “Jenkins? I think it’s time to end today’s session. I’m going to call in Big Mike, and you’re going to go back to your room. We’ll look inside your box next week.” She tried to keep her voice calm and steady. She tried to maintain eye contact without fear, but her heart bounced bunny-like as her face erupted crimson. She knew something very bad was coming.

They were alone in the room.

“Mike? Big Mike? I need you! It’s time for Jenkins to go!”

She remained seated hoping to establish normalcy. She needed to show him strength without fear. He grinned and slowly stood looming above her chair with the box.

“Jenkins? Please sit down. BIG MIKE!”

Step one: you cut a hole in the box
Step two: you put your junk in the box
Step three: get her to open the box

“I don’t want to open the box. We’ll open the box next week.”

Step three: get her to open the box
Open the box
OPEN THE BOX

Jenkins held the box above his head and screamed. His eyes tracked furiously left and right. He could barely focus. Dr. Jill knew she was going to die.

“HELP! Somebody Help!!!! Anyone!” Silence answered her cries as she ran to the window banging on the glass into the empty hallway.

Jenkins pressed his body against Dr. Jill securing her to the window. The metal blinds crushed and crackled under their weight. Unable to speak, tears rolled down her grimacing face.

He flipped the box over her head and backed up as the black creatures covered and crawled through her red hair and skittered across her face. She was unusually calm.

“No rape? Oh, they’re just spiders,” she thought seconds before she passed out.