The house sits alone.
Shutters hang broken.
Furniture upended.
Shattered pictures.
Shattered dreams.
Open the door.
Climb the battered staircase.
A house ravaged by a storm.
A savage storm that hit only this house.
I hear a creak on the stairs.
A sigh from within the walls.
A cry from the basement.
They’re back.
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A party on Friday 13th
has turned into a horror show.
I’m trapped with my friends
in the basement of End House.
The floor fills with water.
Rotating saws descend.
We swim to the other side
and are faced with three doors.
We open one.
Roars fill the inky darkness.
Wild animals pace their cages.
I turn to run.
Hot breath on my neck.
I glance back.
The cages have opened.
A tiger advances.
I close my eyes.
We are doomed to play
THE DEAD GAME.
ONLY THE DEAD KNOW
We might look human
but we’re not.
We might act human
but we love to kill.
Our fearless leader
shows no mercy.
Who is he?
Will he show his face?
Only The Dead know.
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The guests twirl and dance
between frozen statues.
Sad expressions for eternity
on their icy faces.
Wet tears flow
on frosty cheeks.
Beneath the music and gaiety
lies an undercurrent of evil.
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THE OTHER SIDE
What’s on the other side?
Don’t be afraid or hide.
What will you see?
Will you be free?
Color replaces black,
But watch your friend’s back.
Night creatures out for fun
In the Florida sun.
Mansions to explore.
Parties and much more.
One step at a time.
And follow this rhyme.
And soon you will be there.
Who knew it was so near?
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Hues of red fill the humid air.
The residents hide behind closed doors.
The tourists huddle in fear at the hotel.
The town waits deserted and quiet.
The woods rumble with music.
Dignitaries visit from around the world.
Limousines line the paths to the glass house,
Where guests fill the dance floor.
Linda watches them laugh and drink.
An undercurrent lies beneath the gaiety.
As if evil waits to raise its ugly head.
The Dead Game has begun.
THE DEAD GAME
My thoughts drift to him.
He fills me with longing.
Cold as the night air.
He returns for me.
I dare not go to him.
I must resist his lure.
Or my light will turn dark.
THE DEAD GAME
The stairs lead us to the basement.
Circular saws rotate above our heads.
Traps with pointy edges dangle close.
The door locks behinds us.
Water reaches our ankles.
Three doors appear on the opposite wall.
Will we make it across the water?
Will we ever see the light of day?
The house is winning the deadly game.
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They fly through the trees
Over the deadly mist
Landing in the forest
Where no man walks
And no light penetrates
this nightly playground
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Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.
All of this will come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.
Shadows will descend onto the sand,
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.
Run for your life if you still can.
There’s death for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They did not come to play.
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