Blood everywhere

Blood everywhere. Can't escape. Running, always running. Pain. Horrible burning pain. Must not stop. Must try to escape. It's a dead end. He is trapped. They are rite behind him; he can see their distorted smiles and their gleaming eyes. One has a hammer; he raises it and starts swinging it. Everything starts fading and going dark...
Darek woke from his dream in a cold sweat. For a moment he just lay there breathing in hard and sharp. "Damn it, that's every day this week. What in all of hell is wrong with me." he whispered harshly into the dark recesses of the hellish void that, for now, was his room.
Silently he sat up and looked at his clock. It was 4:30. He had only slept for a few hours, but now he felt like he had never really slept at all.
Slowly he shifted his weight on his already cooling bed so that his ear was directed toward the door that was only a few feet from where he was sitting. He looked as if he were frozen in time until he gently swung his legs from the bed and placed his feet on the cold floor. He shivered involuntarily as he took the blanket from his shoulders and exposed his skin to the cold.
He walked over to his window where the drapes were still drawn against the soon to be rising sun. He then sat down directly below the window where the nearest vent was, and listened quietly, barely moving. He knew that something besides his dream had woken him.
For a moment he could hear nothing but his own shallow breathing, and then he heard a sound coming from the kitchen or living room. Some one was trying to open the doors silently, but none of their hinges had been oiled in a long time so they all gave a silent groan of protest to the unexpected jarring.
'I wonder what their looking for' Darek thought to himself with a frown. Then there was silence, and a door opened close by, it sounded like it was coming from Sarah's room...