Short Story, Writing Prompt #11

          I slowly backed up and sat in the nearest chair. It’s moving towards me from all slides. The black tar-looking substance seeps in through the bottom of the walls as I stand up on the chair to gain a higher position. I take a moment to breathe. I’m in my bedroom but something seems different. The window that is usually to the right of my bed has vanished as well as my door. I realize that there is no way in and no way out. Even if I were to attempt to escape the black goo would surely suck me in. I begin to panic as it becomes deeper. I cling to the chair as it is slowly lifted off of the ground by the strange substance. As it gets higher and higher, I take what I would think to be my last breath and mentally thank my family for everything they have done for me. A single tear falls from my eye and is instantly absorbed by the murky solution. I close my eyes and hold my breath. I wake up sweating. Thank god it was only a dream, I sighed in relief. I get out of bed and walk across the room to check my phone. My foot touches something black and sticky.