Changes (Pt. 2)

I wake up from my chair, my thinking unclear. I walked into the kitchen and flick on the light, knowing there is going to be a big mess left in there. I open my eyes and nothing had been touched. Everything is fine.

I knew that all had to be a dream, waiting for the snow to melt. A distant childhood memory comes to mind. I could hear mumbled words coming from my closet. Shadows would dance across the walls, skeleton horses would gallop on the ceiling from my room to the living room. A lot of the time I slept with my head hidden under the blanket. Loud evil voices would scream in my ear while I was sleeping and wake me up in terror. The older I got, I eventually stopped having nightmares. I found an old box of pictures in the attic a few weeks ago, I thought I would frame. I start to shiver, a cool breeze swept across the room. I wrap my sweater tighter around me. Thinking to myself this is a creepy attic, I shut the box and took it downstairs. I sat in front of the fireplace to look at the pictures.

I leaned over to turn on the lamp and the bulb popped. I turn to get up and the fire went out. I got up and grabbed the fire poker, poked it around, and a human hand rolled out onto the floor. I screamed and jumped back horrified. I ran to the phone, but it wasn't working. Now I'm shaking again. I grabbed my medicine and started to take it with my coffee, but my coffee was cold with fuzz growing on the rim of the cup. I threw the cup at the fireplace and ran to the kitchen. Swinging open the door, the mouse mess was back. I screamed and cried. I must have swallowed my medicine in all of the panic. I'm holding my head spinning around.

This can't be right, everything was fine when I woke up.

Have I been sleeping in my chair or in my bed? Have I been dreaming or is this real? I run to the den and rip open the curtains. It is dark. I'm relieved the sun hadn't come up yet, but as I look closer to the window, it kind of looks like black plastic. I pulled it and made a hole. I started to pull off more and it is daylight. Who painted my windows black? Did I paint them? I ran to every window. Pulling open curtains, the windows were all painted black. Before I start to think crazy I will calmly sit in my chair and try to piece together all that has happened.

The wind started howling through the fireplace. The sound is getting louder and louder. This time I'm getting out of this house. I ran to the front door. I opened it. It's daylight. My eyes close tightly from the glare of the sun. I don't know the last time I had been outdoors. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light. I noticed bags of groceries on the porch, and turning to look inside, the howling wind had stopped. I look around the living room that was once beautiful is now black. Everything is painted black. My beautiful Victorian house is ruined. I left the front door open and ran to the kitchen to open the backdoor. I turned the knob and flew open the door. The kitchen is all black. I don't understand how everything could be like this. I need to go back to the fireplace to see if the hand is still there. Everything keeps changing. I need my medicine. I leave the backdoor open and run to the den to get my medicine from the coffee table. I picked up my bottle and it's empty. I had a scowling look on my face. Where is it? What have I been taking? I pour out my purse to find it. I look on the floor. And under the chair. I know it's not in the medicine cabinet. I always have it right by me. Okay, I can't figure out what is happening. I look in the medicine cabinet. Unbelievable, I'm in shock to see all of the medicine, but what have I been taking? I'm going to take this and sit in front of my vanity until they kick in. I should start feeling better soon.