Is this good? It's a prologue to a novel I am writing...?

“Tell me…” I whispered, my voice echoing and lingering in the air. No reply. A musty odor came from the corner garage, and the stench of a rotting corpse filled my nostrils. There was an eerie silence, yet voices at the same time, some of them were laughing, mocking my misery. I couldn‘t make sense of what was happening, as my vision blurred, and the Fit began. “Why? WHY?” falling to my hands and knees, I screamed out in agony, my heart pounding. The overhead lights were rocking violently, flickering, casting light and shadows all about the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a flash of light. A glint of light…My escape from this Goddamn torture. A knife sat innocently on the edge of the toolbox, almost begging for me to use it. “My hero…” I murmered, crawling slowly to grab it and end the Fit once and for all.