The Floating Dress

A short story for your enjoyment

I was enjoying dancing until the music stopped. When I opened my eyes, the dress was empty, and the sleeves reached up and wrapped around my throat. I pushed them away and turned around and made my way for the door as quickly as I could. Just a few minutes ago I was dancing with a beautiful woman and now she was nowhere to be seen, just the dress she was wearing empty and floating around as if it was possessed by some evil spirit.

The dress got in front of me trying to block my path to the door but I shoved it away and left her apartment. I pinched myself as I ran down the hallway convinced this was a bad dream. But no matter how hard I dug my fingers into my arm I didn’t wake up. At the elevator the dress was there again trying to block my way but I pushed it aside and pressed the down button, and waited the 90 seconds for the elevator to arrive.

Again the dress tied to stop me from leaving, it even tried to slap me in the face but the attempts to stop me proved futile as I got on the elevator. It followed me I asked what it was trying to do, I didn’t really expect an answer and I didn’t get one. Still convinced this was a dream I pinched myself again and again the whole way down the elevator ride. But I didn’t wake up at all.

The street was empty it was after all 2:00 in the morning, and I ran in the direction of home, all the while the dress…