Brink of Insanity pt. 2

Flickering lights, slamming doors, disembodied voices...
Cold spots, hand-prints on the wall, white, floating silhouette...
Chuckles in the hallway, dark, hooded figure in the mirrors...
Shifting furniture, falling and smashing cups and plates...
A cold, hoarse voice whispers "Wake up, I'm back..."

Eyes wide open, breathing loudly, sweat drenching my clothes...
Eyes all over the room,Dark,quiet, death...
Feet on cold floor, cold chill up my spine, goosebumps rippling...
Onto the empty hallway, down the stairs, out the front door...
In through the back door, confusion, second attempt...

Same result, panic, upstairs to bedroom...
No bed, deep, dark, seemingly bottomless hole...
New surge of panic, try and back away slowly...
Tripped over carpet, down the stairs,shattered ribs...
Broken bones, head twisted 180 degrees...

Eyes wide open, breathing loudly, sweat drenching my clothes...
Dashing out of the room, down the hall, again, into bathroom...
Trying the windows, immovable,hideous, red eyed face flashes on mirror...
Looking for a way out, bath tub tap opens, bath fills with water...
Powerful grip from behind, struggle is futile, towards the tub...
Face forward, cold water stinging face, heart thumping rapidly...  

Throat burning with trapped air, ears pounding, rumbling of liquid everywhere...
breaking the water surface, catching a breath, head dipped down under again...
Attempts to scream, only queues of bubbles escape, try to breathe...
Cold water in through the mouth and nose, down to the burning lungs...
Repeats several times, Blackness comes over my eyes, struggles are no more...

Eyes wide open, breathing loudly, sweat drenching my clothes...
Decide to stay in room, chances of survival better that way...
Children laugh down the hall, sinister, evil chuckles...
Six enter the room, beckoning me to play, innocent faces cute...
Spinning around me, jumping on my back, covering my eyes...

Sharp pain on my back, try to uncover my eyes, resistance very strong...
Another pain coursed through my body, thick, warm liquid flows down my skin...
Uncover my eyes, all six kids wielding kitchen knives, twisted, merciless smiles...
All of them attack, feet first, severing tendons, crawling away, repeated stabbings...
Unable to move anymore, Turned no my back, mutilating the flesh, chewing every inch of me...

Started with ears, ripped them off, then the lips, chewed on them while on me...
Then my fingers, one by one, excruciatingly painful ordeal, gouged out my eyes, disgusting slurping sounds...
My tongue was next, like some twisted, painful fucked up french kiss, blood gurgling in my mouth afterwards...
As for the rest of my body...
Too numb to feel a thing, except that one slash on my neck, feeling the warm liquid on my stumped hands...

Blackness, peace, bright, white light,  Death...
"Jake, time for another dose", up with a start, depression...
For I know my troubles are not over...
cold, hoarse voice whispers "Till we meet again..."
Hair on the back of my neck stand, panic surges all over