Bound Together

As I finished stitching my leather jacket, a wave of relief washed over me. She’d threatened to leave me, to take the kids, but now my family would always be around me.

But as I admired my handiwork, a chill crept down my spine. The thread seemed to pulse with a life of its own, weaving itself into intricate patterns that danced before my eyes.

Ignoring the unease gnawing at the edges of my mind, I slipped the jacket on, reveling in the sense of security it provided. But as I went about my day, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

That night, as I lay in bed, I heard it—a soft whispering, like the rustling of leaves in the wind. My heart pounding in my chest, I followed the sound to the closet, where my jacket hung innocently on its hook.

But as I reached out to touch it, the whispering grew louder, morphing into a cacophony of voices that seemed to fill the room. With trembling hands, I tore the jacket from its hanger, only to recoil in horror at what lay beneath.

The leather seemed to writhe and squirm, pulsating with a sickening energy that filled me with dread. And then, as I watched in horror, the threads began to unravel, revealing a grotesque tapestry of human flesh woven into the fabric.

With a cry of disgust, I tore the jacket from my body, but it clung to me like a second skin, binding me in its suffocating embrace. And as I struggled to free myself, I felt a presence looming over me—a darkness that hungered for my soul.

In a frenzy of terror, I tore at the jacket, ripping and tearing until my hands were bloody and raw. But still, it refused to release its hold, tightening around me like a noose, suffocating me in its grasp.

And then, just as I felt myself slipping into oblivion, I heard her voice—the voice of my wife, whispering in my ear with a chilling certainty.

"You thought you could escape us," she hissed, her words dripping with malice. "But now, you'll never be rid of us. We'll always be with you, stitched into the very fabric of your being."

With a final, desperate cry, I surrendered to the darkness, consumed by the horror of what I had become—a prisoner of my own making, bound forever to the twisted remnants of my shattered family.