Bobbing his head rhythmically to the heavy music piped though his earbuds, Zack tossed his backpack down and slammed the dorm room door shut.
"What did he send me this time?!" The college student gushed, holding the package to his face and giving it a shake.
Zack had been pleasantly surprised by Steven, the front desk clerk, when he entered into the dorm building's lobby. Steven presented him with a delivery addressed to Zack from his favourite uncle Bryan. Never fail, Uncle Bryan sent Zack a gift for any occasion, often than not for no reason at all.
"Feels light," Zack strode across the room towards his desk. "Probably a gift card!" He grabbed for something to open it with on the desk.
Plucking a screw driver from the pencil jar, Zack set the small package onto the desk. While excited for the gift, he couldn't help but think of his Uncle's promised arrival in the flesh. Bryan seemed to think that gifts were all his nephew wanted, often never bothering to visit more than once or twice a year. These thoughts caused him to frown slightly, his readied arm drooping.
"Maybe he'll call at least..." Zack muttered with a nod. Readying the tool, he broke the sealing tape and began working the cardboard flaps open.
His enthusiastic reveal fell completely flat upon pulling back the flaps.
"Huh?" His eyebrows raised curiously at the contents. Nothing more than what looked like a plain handkerchief. "Is this some kind of joke?"
Zack pulled the airy scrap of fabric out for inspection. Turning it over, he unfolded it. "Is that-..." A dark shape appeared from a crease in the cloth causing Zack to wretch his hand back. "Bloody shit! A Spider!"
"Fucking hell! Where'd it go?" The swatch of cloth fluttered to the ground, spider and all, landing between his feet. Zack scowled, spying the dazed arachnid as it scuttled into the open carpet. Without hesitation, he lifted his foot and stomped the gross creature before it could react.
He dragged his sneaker back, grinding the spider against the abrasive carpet and sighed.
"What the fuck was that about?" He said quietly, reaching for the small package again. "Does Uncle Bryan think that crap is funny?"
The answer seemed plain. The box and the handkerchief appeared empty, leaving a cruel joke as the only conclusion. Zack grunted, tossing the box back onto his desk and furiously punching his Uncle's phone number into his cellphone (another gift from Bryan!). His annoyance was only fed by the seemingly cheeky voice of his Uncle's answering service.
Confused and frustrated, Zack stood before his desk and redialed. He failed to notice one pale little speck that lay...
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