Almost The End

A New Location

My heavy eyes briskly open as I find myself on the same couch, but not in the same house. I seem to be sitting in a child's bedroom.
This room is colder. Darker.
My eyes jump from wall to wall, searching, scanning every corner for something that can tell me where the hell I am. After looking and finding nothing, I gravitate towards the nearest wall and place both of my hands in front of me. The wall is damp, saturated even. It also seems to be in constant gradual motion. Like the walls are actually moving.
I follow the wall until I get to what feels like a door frame. My hand travels up the side and I feel small slits in the wood going all the way up the door.
Scratch marks?
No.
The door is locked so it's clear I'm not getting out of this room anytime soon. The only visible thing in the room is the small couch and a faint blue-ish light coming from the ceiling. I turn to face the couch again and I'm met by a dark vague being.
I'm terrified, but I know exactly what it is. It has a cold and lanky body, and every part of it shows either black or gray. Eyes are a crimson red. It's breath is rough and raspy. Something deep inside me assures me that I'm staring into the captivating eyes of death itself. Then it speaks.
"You're early."
I've always thought that the voice of death would be deep and terrifying, but it's not. It sounds like a voice that belongs to a boy of my age.
"I'm what?" I say still shaking.
"Early." It stares.
It takes everything in me to mutter the next two words that I didn't really want the answer to.
"What happened?"