Trapped

Michelle ran for the front door, but as she arrived, she heard a loud "click." She pulled on the handle, but the door was locked. "Fuck!" She pulled harder, but the door was locked. She went to the nearest window, but it was painted shut. "Fuck!"

She turned to run to the back door, when something tripped her, and she landed face first on the long, dusty and musty hallway rug. Suddenly she started to get rolled up in the rug.

"Help!" she screamed before dust got in her nose and mouth, and she started sneezing. She kept rolling until the entire length of the 12 foot rug had rolled up with her trapped in it, and she was still sneezing.

"HELP! HEH.." something that felt like fingers filled her mouth. She tried to bite down, but it was like biting into rubber. "HUUUHHH!"

The ghostly fingers left her mouth, and the rug started to move as if someone or something was dragging it with the trapped Michelle rolled up inside. She screamed for help between sneezes and coughs.