As I turn away from the window, a low moaning sound edges my awareness. A wail and a keening build and seem to force the air from the room. Choking, gasping for any relief, I looking around and find nothing. My eyes dim and...

Red. The room is awash in red. Dripping, coagulating red. Pooling underneath the corpses. Some impaled on rough hewn posts, others hanging by threads of skin from the ceiling. Their eyes turn as one to me, their mouths open and they begin to...

STOP

The briefest of blacks. a flash and there is a man standing before the window. He reaches one finger out to touch and the window cracks and splinters. He stands back and spreads his arms wide, welcoming his rushing...

ENOUGH

The black is content to surround me. The floor writhes and squirms its way up my legs. Pushing and burrowing into my skin. My arms are pulled back and up. I can feel my shoulders ripping apart and my skin being peeled off my legs. I try to scream but my mouth is filled with...

DONE

The room is quiet. I am intact. The window is unchanged. The horror is past. And feel sick.