"Where did the colonel go... I can't remember."

"Don't worry little lamb. Everything is going to be fine."

He said his hand gracing across my cheek. I blinked slowly. Things were odd. Things were happening. People died. People came alive.

This house was build on blood and bone.

This house made of brick and stone.

This house made us forget.

This house made us forgive.

"I -- What happens now?"

I question as his hand falls from my face. He cracked his neck.

"Now, little lamb, the party really starts."

A broken house of broken dreams.

A broken home filled with only screams.