More humans have come today. I am afraid. The Human is not with them. The other humans are loud. They seem to be crying. I know this because I have heard The Human do this multiple times. I fear for The Human's safety. I no longer wish to escape. I want The Human to come home. Please. Please. Please.
Day 6: 12 p.m.
The other humans are making its bed. At least, I believe they are. They are removing the blankets and placing them elsewhere. They removed the stuffed toy. I have not moved yet. I am too afraid. I will soon. I will be brave for The Human.
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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...
