Minutes fly by and the room only grows quieter as time passes. It seems like the weight of silence presses down on me, so I stare at the ceiling and try to push away the thoughts that are clawing at my mind.

Of course, they refuse to leave.

Deep into the night, I start to hear things. They make me feel weird, and I sit up on the edge of the bed to hear them better. Every little sound bothers me.

They sound like hounds, and maybe even some growls.

What kind of place is this?

Right as I go to ...