The Hunger is Real shortscarystories

The Hunger is Real by P.L. DuPee

I’ve been yelling for help for days now. As loud as I could, I called out until my throat was raw. At first I was confident that someone would hear me and help would come. After a while I figured that I could find an exit, even if I had to break my way out. I searched, but every door and window was shut tight. When I exhausted myself with that task I resigned to the fact that I was trapped in this place.

I’m so hungry, but can’t open the refrigerator and I’m too short to reach the cabinets.

Four days ago my owner fell down clutching his chest and he hasn't moved since. At first I thought he was just playing, so I barked and rolled around. After a while I thought he must be sleeping, so I snuggled up next to him, waiting for him to wake. As much as it hurts, I had to accept that he wasn’t just sleeping–– he was dead. I’ve gave up on calling for help. I was too exhausted and hungry to even try. I hope help comes soon. I’m trapped in this place, alone and scared, but at least I’m not hungry anymore.

Submitted October 09, 2016 at 06:14AM by whatisantilogic http://ift.tt/2eeJP1A shortscarystories