Upon Waking

What woke you from your sleep? The light coming through the curtains? The traffic from the street outside? Or was it the scratching through the walls? The cries of tormented anguish from behind locked doors? The desperate clawing at the woodwork from a soul hell bent on escape? In a street like any other lies a house where nothing is what it seems. Countless unfortunate souls find themselves waking up in this perverse sanctum of slaughter. But this is a place very few leave. This is a place where the lucky ones die quickly. For upon waking the nightmare truly begins.