I saw a long hand disappear behind the heavy wardrobe.

I saw a long hand disappear behind the heavy wardrobe.
The house feels cold, even though the thermostat says 80 degrees.
I saw a dark shape melt into the shadow of the curtain.
A soft rustling sound from the corner of the dining room.
The sun is high, so why is the living room freezing cold?
The air in the bedroom feels thick and suffocating.
The front gate clicked shut by itself.
The house is quiet, but the air feels charged with static.
The hallway light went out right when I stepped in.
The radio is broadcasting a choir singing an inverted hymn.
I found a thick line of black ash along the threshold.
The pantry door was wide open when I turned around.
A pair of eyes flashed from the dark space under the stairs.
The TV screen flashed a blurred face through the static.
The midday light makes the corners of the room look too sharp.
The television just broadcasted a live feed of me sitting in this room.
The window pane shattered inward in the shape of a handprint.
The smell of a stagnant swamp is getting stronger in the room.
The sound of fingernails lightly dragging across the drywall.
THE TELEVISION IS BROADCASTING MY LATEST NIGHTMARE IN REAL TIME.