The guy who owns a truck and is helping me to move knows the house I just bought.
“Did they tell you about the Drawer?” he asks.
“What drawer?” Listening to him for the past half hour, it’s clear the realtors didn’t tell me much of anything. What is less clear is whether they themselves knew all of this fascinating history of the house.
“The Drawer of Things. It’s in that house. Not always in the same place, but always somewhere in the house.”
“What is this Drawer of Things then?”
“It calls in Things. Creatures from other Realms. That sort of Things.”
“Is it a very big drawer? I mean… I really don’t feel like dealing with a lot of big Things from other Realms right now.”
“Well… That rather depends on which drawer it is at a given moment. But mostly just a pretty regular size Drawer, I should think.” He falls silent for a bit, then continues. “Not that it isn’t the small ones you really ought to be looking out for, mind you. Them little Things can do an awful lot of damage for their size…”
“I’m sure they can. But I do believe I’m better equipped to handle small ones at the moment anyway.”
“If you say so,” he says.
“So I say,” I say.
He says nothing else as we are now pulling into my house’s driveway.
It’s a real pretty old house. Lots of beautiful details both indoors and out. Plenty of built in drawers too. In all sorts of unexpected places.
A few of my friends laughed when they heard I’d bought a house that’s painted pink. Called it girly. I love the color, though. Suits the place absolutely perfect. And anyways… I’ve never been as afraid of things considered girly or feminine as they are.
We get out of the truck, and start unloading. We carry my things inside, and I tell him where to put what.
It’s going to be a while before I’ve unpacked all the boxes, but at least everything is already pretty much in the right rooms.
The last box in the truck contains my traps. From what he told me, I’m going to need them.
“So… Where in the house do you suppose that Drawer of Things is right now?” I ask as we carry that last box in.
“Could be anywhere,” he replies, so no help there.
I guess I’ll just spread the traps all over the house, and see which one works. Concentrate the traps near that one then.
All the boxes and all my furniture are in. I pay the guy for the gas, plus a little bit for his trouble, in spite of his protests. I insist. Say goodbye after just a couple of beers. Lock the doors behind him.
I think he understands that this drinking together will not be becoming a habit. I hope so, anyway.
He’s cute and all. But at the moment I’m not looking for anything other than the help moving. I know I told him so from the start, but he still seemed a little… hopeful there for a bit.
Anyhows, once he’s gone, I make the house habitable as fast as I can. Sheets in the bed, and cooking things in the kitchen. Soaps and towels in the bathroom.
I feel at home already.
Time to set the traps.
Anyone who isn’t in the know would wonder what the heck I’m doing. They look like smallish stones. Crystals, if you’re into those. Four in each trap.
I spread them around. A couple of them in every room of the house except my bedroom. The bedroom I seal by other means. Then I eat a sandwich, and go to bed.
Wake up at 3.33 AM to the sound of a trap going off. Smile and go back to sleep.
Wake up again at 3.44 and 3.55. Then all the rest of the traps go off in quick succession between 4 o’clock and 4.15 AM. I am done sleeping.
I’d almost forgot the guy said the Drawer of Things isn’t always in the same place inside the house…
It seems there’s a lot of Things coming through tonight. When one gets trapped, the rest try a different route.
There’s no more traps going off now. But whether that’s because there’s no more Things, or because I ran out of traps, I don’t know.
I consider waiting until proper daylight before going out to look. Even though I know I won’t be able to sleep another wink, I’d quite like to wait till then. There’s no saying how many Things there are. So sunlight would be good. It would be real good… But like the truck guy said, them little Things can do an awful lot of damage for their size.
I hear a crash. Decision made. I’m going.
Everything looks normal when I step out of the shielded bedroom in my pajama pants. It’s warm enough that I don’t even think about donning a robe, or the pajama’s shirt.
I walk barefoot to the nearest trap. Don’t see anything at first, but then the darkness shifts.
It’s a Thing, all right. A Thing from another Realm. A Thing with black scales and black feathers, and an awful lot of arms with claws. Pointed ears. Sharp teeth too, I see when it screeches at me angry.
It’s a young Thing. But the kind of a youngling Thing that… That’s weird, though… From what the guy with the truck said, I’d’ve expected the kind of Things that destroy belongings, clothes, furniture. Not the kind that eats people.
Alarmed, I look around in the darkness of the room. On a hunch I speak some words that switch the lights on everywhere in the house.
I was right. Was really, really hoping to be wrong…
There’s hundreds of small Things everywhere I look. And I do think every last one of them is hungry.
I run down the stairs. They chase me. A few manage to scratch and bite me. I grab them and toss them off me as I run.
There’s too many in the foyer. I can’t reach the front door.
I swerve to the kitchen, towards the back entrance, but I’m surrounded before I’m at the door.
The truck guy comes in swinging something that makes a sound this breed of Thing younglings hate. They scatter away.
I sag with relief.
“You Okay?” he asks.
“Yeah… I’m fine… Yeah… Just a couple of tiny bites and scratches on me…” I check the damage. “Nothing bad… I’m glad you came…”
Too late I realize “How’d you get in the house?”
He sniffs. He is awfully close. “Through a Drawer. Of course.”
I try to run, but he grabs hold of an arm. I’m lucky, though. He’s greedy. Bites it right off.
That leaves the rest of me free.
Shock keeps me from feeling the worst if it, I guess. Adrenaline… Survival instinct… Who cares what it is that makes me able to run to the last box that was brought in? All that matters is that I do, and that my traps are not the only thing that I had in there.
The truck guy is too busy munching on my arm to realize just how screwed he and his younglings are…
I was hoping not to run into any big Things, because Fuck, I hate having to use this Device. It always leaves me so drained. And it’s only been three weeks since I had to use it on my romantic partner of the past two years, who finally turned out to be a Thing. But I don’t hesitate to use it now.
I lift the shiny metallic Device from the box. Glad it’s not too big. Or too heavy. Glad it can be easily operated with just my left hand.
“Hey!” I shout at the Thing. I want it to know what’s coming.
“Noooo!” he shouts with his mouth all Red from my blood.
I activate the Device.
The whole house shrinks miniscule and grows humongous all at once. Blinks. Returns to normal.
All Things of all sizes have been either obliterated, or returned to their own Realms. I really do not care which. All Drawers of Things have been closed.
I collapse to the floor. Consider passing out. But if I let myself do that, I’ll be forever short of one arm.
I breathe. Shake my head to overcome the temptation to faint. Crawl on all threes to my jacket in the foyer. Do my best not to pass out as I stand up to get something out of my jacket pocket.
It’s the last Green Pill in the bottle. I’m going to have to go acquire more of them after this. Tomorrow night, I guess… But so glad I still have this one.
I swallow the Green Pill without water. Shudder, and sit down. Brace myself for the pain.
I still scream as my arm grows back. Hardly notice when the cuts and bites heal. I am whole and healthy again.
But exhausted.
I sleep a few hours right there on the foyer floor. Wake up still damnably drained. Get up anyway. Head for the kitchen, and have a huge bowl of real sugary marshmallow cereals for breakfast.
Spend the rest of the day on the sofa drifting in and out of sleep. Munching on some more cereals from time to time.
Come nightfall it’s time to get up. Shower. Dress up in my fanciest suit and tie. Pack five guns, and several knives. Speak the words, and step through a Doorway.
Go get my Pills.