Blackness beckons.
Fingers grab me.
Teeth rip at me.
Fish beside me.
THE DEAD below.
Laughter fills the void.
A cold hell for me.
I am lost.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
A COLD HELL
creatures
CREEPY CREEPY SCARY
Creepy, creepy, scary.
This can become hairy.
The house is haunted and dark.
I came on a simple lark.
But now that I’m here,
I’m frozen with fear.
A party is to be held for us all,
But to evil creatures, we might just fall.
Down to the basement we go,
This is silly even I know.
Saws are swinging up ahead,
Looking to chop off a head.
Traps are falling from the low ceiling.
My wet feet are losing their feeling.
We are standing in a pool.
And I feel like a big fool.
We should have gone when we had a chance.
The creatures will make us sing and dance.
The Dead have a morbid sense of humor,
Should have listened to every rumor.
Goodbye to one and all.
I see the bouncing ball.
THE DEAD GAME
A BIT FEY
I walk with the living at day.
They do not hear I word I say.
They assume I’m alive like them,
But I’m stronger than any men.
I run through the trees,
Flying faster than bees.
At day, my true self hides away.
People believe I might be fey.
At night, I walk with others.
Closer to me than brothers.
“Who are you?” you might timidly ask.
Be careful, I’ll take you to the task.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
DROWNING IN THE BASEMENT
I’m drowning in a pool of water
in the basement of End House
Can this be an illusion?
The Dead love their games.
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DEEP IN QUICKSAND
Let’s travel through the forest so green.
A creature-filled oasis but don’t scream.
The roots tangle around our feet.
Walking becomes a scary feat.
Neon leaves hit our faces.
A hit every few paces.
I’m sinking deep into the forest floor.
Quicksand my enemy forever more.
THE PATH
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A path through the forest,
covered with fallen trees and tangled shrubbery.
Bushes shake.
Animals scurry into hiding.
Leaves fall.
Birds flee.
I must find my way home.
Darkness envelopes the path.
I can’t move.
Vines twirl around my feet.
I’m trapped.
The forest has taken me.
GONE FOR GOOD
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A fog rolls into town,
blanketing the streets.
A silence descends
as night takes over.
A crow watches
and waits.
The moon rises
with the creatures.
Shadows walk softly,
leaving no footsteps behind.
A trail of dead bodies
lie scattered In their wake.
The sun opens one eye,
afraid to see the damage.
But it must rise
and shed its light.
A burden the residents
of Oasis must bear.
In silence.
In secrecy.
Until The Dead
are gone for good.
THE DEAD GAME
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