I was sitting in the front right section of the house if you could even call it that anymore. The once-white carpet was now covered with blood. The glass and dirt from picture frames, vases, lamps, potted plants and the TV mixed with the blood forming into a cohesive mat that now covered the floor. Beyond that, the light brown coloration of hardwood floor was now tainted with bloody footprints. These footprints lead towards that very pool of blood and vomit where I had woken from the night before. These were my footprints! They were like that of a wraith or windigo smearing more and more with every step until they vanished from this plane of existence. Of course, they only appeared to have vanished because I must have fallen letting that pool
