You fall back into bed, your brain spent from your bizarre ordeal. There are too many mysteries at play, of which your own identity is just the very first. The nature of this house, the fate of the inhabitants...you aren't finding any answers. More than anything, you wish you could just drift back into unconsciousness and, perhaps, awake in a more sensible place.
But as tired as you are, sleep doesn't come so easily. Some force keeps jolting you back to this strange new reality. If you were more superstitious, you'd think that an entity was toying with you.