Nightmare House

The day I woke up in a grimy, smelly white room, is the day I decided NEVER to drink again. Not that much at least.

The last thing I remember, was passing out beside Monte on the couch of some bar in town. Now I'm in a room on my own, wondering what the fuck is going on.

My name is Craig Mabbitt.

This is how I was lead to believe they were out to get us.