you decide you would rather not risk the dark, empty house, and try to leave again by the window.
you attempt to move some of the debris out of the way, but a large piece of glass snags on the curtian, swings free of its frame and cuts deeply into your neck.
you lay on the floor, clutching your throat in the darkness of the old house while the storm rages outside, feeling more faint with each passing beat of your heart. blood drenches your clothes and you begin to lose all sensation.