... Sam had been the one who had dared me, I don't know why I agreed. Everyone knew it wasn't safe to enter the trapdoor. Stories were often told of kids who had ventured onto the fourth floor and never returned. Or worse still had been found lying on the floor muttering and with wild eyes. It's said they spent months in hospital before being declared 'unsafe' and carted off to some mental institute. Who knows, maybe I was lucky that the spider had found me. Maybe being eaten by this monstrous spider was better than being locked up in a padded cell somewhere living off beans and potatoes for the rest of my days. My mind drifted, going where it pleased...
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