INT. CAR – NIGHT
An old sedan drives smoothly down a highway. The road is clear of all other traffic as is the sky above it where the moon glows brightly. The driver, MEREDITH, chubby, 30 something, is alone. Amongst the dust and clutter in the car the radio plays some generic pop song at low volume. Meredith looks tired and glum as she churns away the kilometers. She rubs her eye and then the back of her neck.
Ahead in the headlights to the side of the road is a sign that reads ‘Newton – Next 3 exits’.
Meredith looks at it intently, thinks, and shakes her head slightly from side to side.
The car zooms on.
Another appears up ahead ‘Newton – 1st exit’.
Meredith sits up and puts both hands on the steering wheel at ten and two. The radio continues to play.
The exit comes up on Meredith’s right but she doesn’t slow down. She gives a one second glance up the exit as she passes but quickly snaps her head forward again.
The radio’s volume increases on its own. The pop song ends and there’s a moment of static before the cheery male voice of an ad begins.
This Saturday and Sunday it’s the Newton fair! With animals, contests, and the return of Newtons famous 5 acre maze, it’s something you don’t want to miss out on. So if your driving past Newton right now be sure to take that exit.
As the ad ends there’s another moment of static before it goes back to the radio presenter who comes in mid sentence. The volume decreases.
Meredith stares at the radio in shock. She turns back to the road swallowing hard.
Nope. No. Not happening.
Ahead once more is a sign ‘Newton – 2nd exit’.
Meredith looks at it as it passes. She turns off the radio.
The exit once more goes by on her left but this time Meredith’s wide eyes stare resolutely ahead, never glancing at it.
A moment later Meredith spots some movement out of the corner of her eye. A little stick is coming out from the dash, wiggling violently. It continues wiggling for a moment then bends pulling behind it a body and seven other legs. The spider moves up the dash closer to the steering wheel and Meredith, then stops, looking at her.
She stares down at it in fear. Then back to the road. Back to the spider. One of the spiders front arms comes up, and moves back and forth, pointing at something.
Ahead in the road is the third sign ‘Newton – Final exit’.
Meredith stares at it then turns to the spider.
No. No, I’m not doing it. I’m not going back there. I don’t care what happens okay. So just stop.
The spider just stares back at her.
The radio turns back on, volume blaring. Meredith gasps.
I repeat the Newton five acre maze is one you don’t want to miss. Meredith, take this exit.
Meredith grips harder on the steering wheel and yells at the radio.
NO. I’m not going to Newton. I won’t.
Her foot plants on the acceleration and the car roars past the final exit.
Once past Meredith relaxes and slows down the car. She takes a deep breath and lets it out. The spider on the dash turns around, looking at something. From the spot it emerged comes another pars of wiggling legs, then another, then another. The dash slowly starts to fill as tens then hundreds of little spiders creep along it.
Meredith, turn the car around.
Did you really think this was ever a choice?
Meredith looks across the dash and the hundred of little eyes watching her. She slumps back in her chair, a look of misery on her face. The car slows and turns around, heading back the way it hard come.