You are walking around on tip toes. You walk into the living room. Strange smell like meat gone bad. Not over whelming just a bloody meaty smell you don't like. You step on a bad floor board and it makes a load creek. Suddenly you hear a weak traumatized sounding voice coming from the kitchen saying "Help me. Help me". You are suddenly cold with fear. You nearly turn and run in a blind panic but some compassionate part of your nature holds you. You walk into the kitchen with stiff steps. Like your legs weigh a ton and will hardly bend. You stand in the doorway staring in shocked horror at what you see. A man is in some sort of home made box container with only his head sticking out. his eyes are so wide and he has cuts all over his face. His left eye brow appears to be singed off. The wooden box imprisoning him has all sorts a nasty attachments made to deliver pain. But the one your staring at the most is the big blood caked blade designed to cut peoples heads off. You take a deep breathe and begin to speak, but your voice is so weak you can't even hear yourself, just a faint squeak. Suddenly the man pales and screams "HE's Coming!". You hear the loud creek of that ONE floorboard. You start to turn around but it seems like its in slow motion the world making a whirling sound. Suddenly a a rubber tube is winding around your neck. You fight now, blazing out with frenzied kicks and elbows as someone lifts you up strangling you. The trapped man is babbling behind you, like a mantra of terror. You black out. When you wake up your in the wooden restraint/torture box. You get to know it well. Your torment goes on for a few days before your head is taken from you and you come to the big sleep. The long peace. The endless nothing.
The END