The Pig's Head.

imagine waking up in a house filled with plants and vines growing out from the walls, everything is dark and with a tin/gray -ish scale of colors, the walls have dark goo coming out of them, and you get this scent that infects your nose, a smell so strong that it attaches itself to the back of your throat and so disgusting ti almost makes you want to puke.  No exits can be seen, at least not any that aren't blocked, everything in the house, the windows and doors all locked up with wooden planks, you walk by the corridor and every step makes a noise as you're stepping on blood and decomposed animals, they seem to have been dead for a while to the point where their bones are able to be cracked open with the slightest touch and their flesh now infested with bugs barely allows you to identify them, you see skunks, rats, possums and cats, and at the end of the corridor you see a boy sitting and moving from side to side as if it was trying to comfort himself, the room is too dark for you to see, so you get closer and closer and then you notice the boys face melted, decomposing and falling from his skull, but yet still attached to it, and yet the most gruesome part of this is that you can see the boy munching and eating the dead animal's remaining as if it were a feast.

 as soon as I saw this I moved aside and while closing my eyes and ignoring the noises he'd make while eating the animals I walked into another room, the bathroom where two kids were fighting they were dirty and just like the other one with dead rotten flesh all over their body, one of them had no eyes at all, and the other was crying trying to protect his as if the other one was trying to steal them from him, a very hard image to see, their screaming and unbearable groaning sounded like that of a dying animal or even a person. As I walked to another room a room filled  a fluid which had the consistency of purge I noticed in the middle of it, hanged from the wall the head of a pig with human eyes, and long dark human hair, the pig stared at me, the pig spoke to me, but what he said was too silent for me to understand, I walked closer and I could barely hear his whispery voice "closer" he said, I hesitantly walked up to him to the point where his breath and the stink of the room infiltrated my nose and I could no longer breathe, my hands shaking, my body trembling, and my heart pounding, pounding so hard I could hear it's beat in my ear, in that moment his voice got loud, his face started to shift, I could see pain, sadness, agony and shock, his screams were unbearable, his eyes rolled back as he started to spit blood from his mouth and splattered it in my face, and while being blinded by the blood that still on my eyes prevented me from seeing the gruesome image his whispers could be heard again "what have you done?" he said "WHY?!!" he screamed "STOP THIS, I CAN'T" he continued, and with fear of opening my eyes I left the room and went back to the bathroom were the two kids still fighting were screaming and yelling, I took at look at the cracked mirror to barely recognize my face, the yelling continued, the cracks of the mirror didn't allow me to see the true state of my face, to see what kind of horrible creature I had become, the yelling filled the room and with fear in my eyes I took one last look just to notice my resemblance to that of the pig's head, covered in blood, and purge, I screamed and I cried the point where in the mix of the kid's screams and mine I sprinted to one of the kids, the one protecting his eyes I took his hands off them and ripped his decaying eyes off his skull, they were yellow and the pupils were almost white, they looked almost as those of an old man with cataracts, upon ripping his eyes out the boy lied on the ground as if he were dead and started to shake, but I did not care, I took a look at the other kid and offered him the eyes, he grabbed them and placed them in his eye sockets with a smile on his face before he happily jumped to the other room where he started feasting on the dead animals with the other kid.