A NIGHT AT END HOUSE

 

 

Candles fill the night.

Candles light the way.

Down the long corridor.

Past leering portraits.

Peeling wallpaper.

A door to the basement.

Slippery stairs.

One hanging lightbulb.

Door locks.

Basement fills with water.

Pointy traps fall from the ceiling.

Followed by circular saws.

A nightmare?

No.

A night at End House in Oasis.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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