Unravel

Date: 5/16/2018

I was in what seemed to be my house. I went outside to call my mother about adopting some puppies, when I noticed one of the palm trees around me start to unravel like a skein of yarn. I was scared, so I went back inside. But it didn’t stop. It got worse. I was now in my house, and had to complete a series of trials to get the horror over with. The first trial was to navigate the semi-dark house while avoiding creatures that wanted to kill me. But it didn’t look like the typical nightmare. The house was perfectly kept and normal looking, decorated in placid beige and cream colors. The “creatures” that were patrolling the house looked like completely ordinary women, wearing the same cream color that was everywhere in this place. But it felt soulless, the women chasing me felt like living marionettes, with uncanny, grotesque smiles of enjoyment when they chased me, never changing expression. The fear and hopelessness was in the air. I soon came to realize that everything in this place was made out of cream colored yarn. One of the women managed to drive a knife into my arm, and instead of blood, cream yarn poured from the wound. I kicked her off me down the stairs, and as she fell, she never changed expression. The horrible smile that replaced their blank stares when they were chasing me. She fell down the stairs, defeated, in slow motion. The smile remained on even as her face seemed to distort, stretching out in unnatural ways, the eyes elongated and became huge black abysses, her skin seemed to become strips of waxy, dirty cloth. At the end of this transformation, she too began to unravel, until she was nothing more than yarn on the floor. Once on the second floor, the second and last trial caught me by surprise. I had to jump on some cubes, the kind that has letters, that they give to young children to play with. I had to do that while being chased by a monster. I had to jump on each cube in order while the monster barreled towards me. If i fell, I had to start over, but the monster wouldn’t go back. If I fell too many times, he would reach me. As I was desperately trying to complete the trial, I heard the unnaturally fast footsteps of the monster approaching. I looked behind me and saw him. It was a seven foot tall stuffed duck, yellow, dirty, as if it had been tossed into the street, and kind of limp, as if it was missing some stuffing. The soulless face and black plastic eyes hung slightly backwards, and the movement seemed to be coming from something much smaller inside his abdomen, and the way he moved was so unsettling I fell several times. I finished the trial with him right behind me. Once I thought it was all over, I ran outside to call my mother. I was so relieved it was all over. She was on her way to pick me up. But i suddenly caught a look at my arm as I held the phone up and saw my flesh beginning to part. I pulled at it, and it started to become cream-colored yarn. I screamed as I ripped handfuls and handfuls of cream yarn from my stomach, unraveling myself until I was nothing but a pile of yarn in the street.