"Yes, it is a shame to lack the best kind of meat, but they don't always come through the door willingly. I hear there are a couple still in their prime ready for slaughter, if only they would make just a couple little mistakes, like a fall through the basement, or sitting at the table."
Then you hear a loud and angry voice shout "Enough!"
You suppose it was wise to avoid the table, and consider that this house might be some kind of supernatural human-harvesting farm. With the voices silent, and the sound of dishes coming from behind the locked kitchen door, your options are: