Yoga pants - Prose

It was a gift for a yoga master’s birthday. There was this shy and anxious girl who had no backbone but through this yoga master, she became the woman she is now. Brilliant, intelligent, bold. There was a dinner party for the Yoga Master and that is when she was given the pants. They were navy blue in the weird texture yoga pants were made out of. The yoga meetings were way more fun now. Instead of a light filled room, it was dark and lit by candles with roses on the floor. She was more characteristic in her actions and more and more people joined her class until she became the most famous instructor in all of Portland. 

As time went on, the Yoga Master continued to wear the pants, not only for yoga, but every day. Over two years had gone by and no one could be sure she had ever taken them off. The woman  who had gifted them to her knew something was truly off when the rose petals had molded to the floor when she went in for her next lesson.

She noticed how the walls were bending and breaking and she smelled a horrid stench in the air like something akin to a morgue. She went through the yoga studio, following the smell until it got stronger and stronger. She found a closed door where teh smell was strongest, she opened the door. 

The pants spoke to the woman , still attached to the form of the once yoga master. Her eys had grown cloudy and seemed to hold no life. 

“Who enters my studio?” said the pants, disembodied voice rasping and growling. 

“You stopped teaching the lessons.” The woman said. Then, she realized that she was speaking to pants that were on the legs of a dead woman, slammed the door and left. She decided to quit all of the spiritual stuff and drug usage she had gotten into through yoga and never looked back. Meaning, it was a long time before anyone else found the evil pants. 

The woman couldn’t stop thinking about the pants. She returned to the house, armed with a hunting knife. “I am going to remove you, for my yoga master.” 

“Ha! I’d like to see you try. I am too powerful for y-”

But the woman had stuck a knife into the waist of the pants and it came undone. She took off the pants and carried them to the nearest thrift store.