Party Gone Wrong
Overcome with a new emotion, he got up from the table. He had never done that before. There was always the cake, always the seat, always the singing. Until now. A deafening stutter crawled from his friends' mouths, like a writhing caterpillar. "Happy Birthday ttttttttttttttttttttt--" They trilled, frozen in a millisecond in time, fingers twitching so fast they appeared to be in four places at once. He had broken something, he was sure - could he break his way out? He ran to the door, but his feet dragged along the ground as if magnetized, unable to lift even a centimeter off the soft, yielding wood. He tried jiggled the handle of the door leading to the back porch. But there never was a back porch. Just a black void behind an immovable glass door, darkness at once seemingly stretching for a thousand miles and right in front of his face like a sheet of black paper. From the living room the sound of his friends grew louder. Ttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. Ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. Tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.