There was a new thrift shop around the corner of my apartment and I decided to check it out. There were a lot of really nice shoes, coats, and toys. The one thing that stood out most to me was this horrifying mannequin, its mouth was wide open and it had black, soulless eyes. I stood there just staring back at it, I felt like it wanted something from me. I don't know but I knew it wanted something. I left as fast as I could so the image would leave my mind. I decided a coffee would get that freak of nature out of my mind.
I forgot about it for a while until I went back to my apartment. When night came, I was calmly lying in my bed but then I heard a strange noise. I shrugged it off, assuming it was my neighbors' teenager. I heard the noise again, but closer. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my lamp from my bedside table. I slowly crept down the hall and saw the mannequin standing in the middle of my living room on top of my coffee table. I dropped the lamp and I tried to run as fast as I could to my room and the mannequin looked at me and moved towards me with incredible speed and knocked me over. I stared at the horror above me and crawled backwards to my room and slammed the door in its face. I looked through the key hole and saw black soulless eyes staring back at me. I jumped back and fell right before my bed. I looked down at my trembling hands; I've never been so scared in my entire life. I had to think quickly. How am I going to get out of here? I thought maybe calling 9-1-1 would help me out of my situation. I looked around for my phone; I flipped pillows and threw my blanket and realized it was in the kitchen. I looked at the window and tried to decide whether it was safe or not. I heard a bang against the door; I had to jump even if the fall killed me. I tried to open the window but it was stuck. I tried harder to get the window open but it wouldn't so I quickly searched the room, looking for something to break the window. I pulled a drawer from my bed side table and threw it at the window causing it to shatter. At the same time, the mannequin's hand burst through the door; I didn't have time to look down and I fell. I looked up at the window and saw the mannequin staring down at me and then everything went black.
I woke up to the sound of something beeping and the shuffling of feet. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized I was in the hospital. A nurse entered my room shortly after I woke up.
"Where am I?" I dryly asked the nurse.
"St. Joseph's Hospital." She said warmly.
"Why am I here?"
"You were in a coma, for 5 months."
"What happened to me?" I asked hesitantly.
"Five months ago, there was a robbery at a local jewelry store and you just happened to be walking by and the robber, who has been caught now by the way, shot you in the ribs; you were rushed here, then brought straight to surgery. Family and friends came and visited now and then, soon after they just stopped coming."
At that moment I felt a wave of confusion hit me and a pain in my ribs, which made me cringe. I was just being chased by a horrible looking mannequin and now I'm in a hospital? What the fuck is happening. I stared intently at the room around me. There was a TV on the wall and some news broadcast was on, I didn't care to pay any attention to it. Everything was white except for the furniture and the floor, they were brown. There wasn't much else to look at, a brown dresser and brown leather couch with a table next to it. That was it. The nurse from before came in and asked if I needed anything. I politely declined. A couple hours passed by and it got really boring in the hospital; it felt like the doctors haven't told my family and friends that I'm awake yet.
A few days later I was finally released from the boring hospital. I put on the same clothes I had on from back when I was shot, they were the only clothing I had anyway. I walked away from that hospital and relief flooded me, I was finally happy and out of there. As I was walking down town I saw the same thrift shop from my comatose dream. The shop had a huge "grand opening" banner over the door and just under the name of the store, the store was called Out Of the Closet I laughed silently to myself at the name. Nervously I walked in and looked around. I saw some cool things. There was a really goofy fur coat, I held it up and chuckled to myself. I walked around a bit more seeing a Pikachu that was really old looking, I picked it up and thought about getting it but I didn't have the money for it so I put it down. Then I saw it. The same damn mannequin from my dream, it was just sitting there, staring at me.
