What is this?

It is dark inside and out. You notice a small house. It is falling apart and the outside wood is almost blue with age. When you behold it, even from the outside, from the window comes voices. The window, dirty and broken, is hard to see into from your angle. Dare to walk close enough? The porch cracks below your feet, but does not break. From here you still cannot see through the window. You must draw closer. The voices become louder, crazy voices, maybe more than one. High pitched voices that seem to be signaling terror. You cannot tell if the owner of these voices is human. You cannot tell if he is evil, or if he is speaking evil, or if he is merely trying to warn you of evil. But the manifestation of evil is indeed certain.

You chose to approach but it all happens so fast. With the labor of each footstep comes too much noise. You narrow your eyes as you near the window. The dirty window comes into focus and now you see through it. You look through a hole in the broken glass. It is dark but some dim glow of red-yellow ambient light makes the shadows alive enough for you to map the inside. The light must be from flame, maybe candles because you notice how it dances. There is a picture on the dirty wall but it's hard to see what is on it. Maybe it's a portrait. There is a desk and chair and a wood stove. Now you see the source of light, it is indeed a lantern on the desk. The figure of a human, maybe a skeleton but with flesh, is there in a rocking chair. Rocking. It's in the darkest corner. You focus in, trying to see better. You feel the moist chill of the air and moment and don't want to make a sound. You feel the terror of the scene. The voices do not stop. Suddenly a man appears with a bloody face and he is staring back at you, two inches away, on the other side of the window. Undead, or dead, or alive, horrific and disgusting. Unsettling.

Who are you? What is this from?