The hacking behind the wall

As it turns out, another night that feels sleepless has come.

There's a beating of a heart as I walk. Through the sofas downstairs in the showroom, things start to beat through my wooden skull.

It does not stop, it keeps beasting, then it's not a sound, yet a crescendo of beating. It began to sound like the beating of a axe, a dismemberment could be heard. Was something being dismembered?

Hit was gone, where was the source? The source could not be found.

So that was another sleepless night.