Emily Shows Off

"Wh--what the hell is going on here?" You ask Emily. Everything happened so fast that you're not even sure how you ended up bound to a chair. "When did you...Emily, how did you just drag me all the up here by yourself? How did you tie me up?" She narrows her eyes at you, giving you a smug smile.

"Are you playing dumb, or just in total shock?" Emily asked. You tried to remember. You came back to find the house cleaner than you expected, and then...ropes. Ropes? You shake your head, pulling against your nylon bindings.

"I, I don't remember," You say. "I don't really remember getting--"

"Do you remember telling me what to do before you left to hang out with your buddies?" Emily said. You sort of ignored her question, trying to rethink the last five minutes. Did the ropes...tie themselves? That wasn't possible, right?

"Emily, did you drag me up the stairs in this chair?" You ask. She giggles, jumping onto your bed.

"I didn't really have to drag you anywhere," She said. "It was easier than you're making it sound." This only made you more confused.

"Okay...I have--no idea what's going on, but are you going to, um, untie me now?"

"Are you going to apologize for thinking you can still boss me around?" Emily asked you. Maybe you were a little harsh, but the one thing you asked her to do was to clean up her room... "Well?" She asked. Did you see a glow in her eyes just then?

"I'm...I'm sorry, Em," you say. "And thanks for cleaning up around here. You didn't have to clean the whole house. I was just hoping you'd get your room together." That still didn't answer why you were tied up. "So, what's the deal with the, um, ropes?"

"It was just what I thought of at the moment," She said, waving her hand. "Actually, I don't need them at all to have you just where I want you." You felt your bindings go loose, and when you looked down at the nylon ropes, they were coming undone on their own.

"Uh--uh...Emily?" You were still, watching the nylon slither off of you like it was alive. "You, um...how did you do that?" You ask, looking down at the ropes at rest on the ground now. You wanted to reach out and poke them or grab them or something, to see if they were rigged up to clear wire, but you had the feeling something a little stranger than a practical joke was happening here. She smirked.

"Same way I do this," She said, raising her palm up in front of you. You gasped as the chair you were in lifted itself off the ground. When she turned her hand over, the chair tipped, dumping you out of it. You let out a surprised shout, squinting as you watched the floor come at you.

You never hit the ground. When you opened your eyes again, you were hovering inches from the rug in your room. Emily waved her hand again, and the chair sailed out of the room while the rope simply disappeared.

"What the fuck is going on!?" You shouted. Emily just kept smirking at you from your bed. Was this some kind of nightmare?

"Now do you remember how we got upstairs, Dylan?" She asked, crossing her legs on your bed as she held both her hands out beside her. The indentation she was making in your made bed began to disappear, and in another two seconds she was levitating in the air, while you finally dropped to the ground. She started laughing at you.

You had to be dreaming. You had to. Emily bound you, carried you up the stairs, untied you without touching you, and sent the chair back out of the room. The ropes that tied you disappeared into thin air, and now she was hovering in the center of your room. You pushed yourself up to your hands and knees, shaking your head and blinking a few times before you looked up at her.

Yup. She was still floating. This had to be a nightmare.

"I'm going...to...um..." You pinched yourself, not realizing the futility of trying to wake up as you backed toward your bedroom door. Emily shot a hand out toward you, and the door slammed itself. When she snapped her fingers, it sounded as if the mortise lock turned over.

"You're not going anywhere, bro," She said, reclining and letting her legs dangle as if she was sitting on a cloud of air. "Aren't you gonna ask what happened to me today?"