END HOUSE AT OASIS

 

 

End House sits alone and deserted.

Shutters torn and hanging.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

What happened to the family?

 

Open the door.

Walk up the battered staircase.

Past the broken statues.

A sigh follows my hesitant steps.

A wind whistles through the empty rooms.

Dust swirls in mounds on the wood floors.

 

A scream rips through the rooms below.

Has the family returned,

Or am I the next victim?

The sound of footsteps on the stairs.

I must run.

I must hide.

 

They’re back.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

THE DARK CHANDELIER

THE DARK CHANDELIER

blackoutraven:

The Dark Chandelier


A large chandelier hangs in the middle
of the empty ballroom.
This room has stood empty
for some time now.
How many parties have taken place
beneath the chandelier’s sparkling lights?
How many dances have been held on the
ballroom’s shiny floor?
Could you hear the laughter and footsteps
of the past?
They still echo through the empty rooms of the house.
Will End House ever host any parties again?
Or will its rooms stand empty forever?
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

blackoutraven:

The Dark Chandelier

A large chandelier hangs in the middle

of the empty ballroom.

This room has stood empty

for some time now.

How many parties have taken place

beneath the chandelier’s sparkling lights?

How many dances have been held on the

ballroom’s shiny floor?

Could you hear the laughter and footsteps

of the past?

They still echo through the empty rooms of the house.

Will End House ever host any parties again?

Or will its rooms stand empty forever?

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist