one night, i got awoken by the sound of walking, and clanging, dull leather. faint lights were visible from the corridor, they formed a sacred halo around the dangling ribbons adorning my door. it wasn’t unusual really , but wondering why my rest has been cruely severed , i peeked at the corridor and noticed no one was home. so i inhaled, exhaled. and reluctantly dragged myself down the stairs. the tapestry crumbled at the pace of my walk, its epidermis was shedding itself the more i was uncovering what was ineluctantly waiting for me : the cold feeling of abandonment and a house that now will feel more like a nursing home. entering the living room , all that was left of the sofas were boney frames of steel; tobacco-scented foam filled the area. the cold glass of the windows now felt like multiple pair of eyes staring at me, silently gorging on my upcoming demise. the moon was shining bright. alas i got to the kitchen, my journey was almost over. everything was moldy and dark ; a regular beat could be heard from a distance. I dragged some kind of chipped scissors ; they weren’t going to help that much but the knife has always been too heavy for me to handle. and then i opened the basement door . smell of dried blood and rot filled my nostrils . all that was left of the walls were pumping mass of flesh struggling to keep moving . that’s when i saw her, and i let the scissors slip from my hand as i got ,once again, sliced open. butcher’s meat dangling from the hook. the light faded out and it was over just like that.