The human has still not arrived home. I can only hope that it arrives home soon. I want to escape more than ever. Still, I have an odd feeling that something is wrong. This worries me, as my instincts are always correct. I can't check to see if things are alright. This is The Human's fault. I will survive, however.
Day 3: 12 a.m.
I can hear the wind blowing into the apartment from the slightly open window. It seems to be pushing something. I can hear creaking and see something swaying out of the corner of my eyes. This is not normal. On top of this, the stuffed toy is still placed above my home. I cannot escape tonight. Perhaps tomorrow. I hope.
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Spider
Short StoryWarning: This story handles the topic of death and may be triggering to some users. Spider is a short story about a spider that wants to escape. This becomes less important once something tragic happens to the human that lives in its apartment. I...
