
My dreams haunt me.
They torment me each night.
They follow me,
Giving my heart a fright.
I’ve put my demons in my book
To ease my troubled mind.
Why don’t you take a closer look,
And see what you can find?
My dreams haunt me.
They torment me each night.
They follow me,
Giving my heart a fright.
I’ve put my demons in my book
To ease my troubled mind.
Why don’t you take a closer look,
And see what you can find?
Hotdogssss 6/?
My dreams haunt me.
They torment me each night.
They follow me.
Giving my heart a fright.
I’ve put my demons in my book.
To ease my troubled mind.
Why don’t you take a closer look
And see what you can find.
THE DEAD GAME
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Hotdogssss 6/?
Hit me.
Strike me.
I will not fall.
Tease me.
Taunt me.
I will not give up.
Leave me.
Haunt me.
I will go on.
Sadness follows me
wherever I go.
It haunts me
in all its forms.
There’s no escape
from its long arms.
I close my eyes
to see its long shadow.
THEY HAUNT ME
I wake up at night
And see sunflowers.
They chase me through
The house during the day.
They haunt me.
Are they real?
They have evil faces,
Leering grins,
And arms reaching for me.
They haunt me.
I must pack my bags.
I must leave this house.
And leave the sunflowers behind
To torment someone else.
They haunt me.
THE DEAD GAME
The other side waits for you.
And only you.
No one else will do.
You can run.
But you can’t hide.
It will follow you
until you accept
the inevitable.
Look at your reflection.
See it wither and fade away.
You will be gone.
From this world.
And stuck in the next.
What will you find there?
It’s a surprise.
Aren’t surprises supposed
to be good?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Of course they do.
Who else keeps you up at night?
Who haunts you in your nightmares?
Your mother-in-law?
No.
It’s The Dead.
They walk the streets of Oasis.
They take their victims with stealth and finesse.
Find them in The Dead Game.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Edward dove into the water and reached him right before the last saw could finish its final rotation—which would have passed through Tom’s skinny, exposed neck. Edward grabbed Tom by the arm and pulled him to safety, past the sharp, swirling blades of the metal saws.
From out of nowhere, wide stone steps emerged on the far wall. Edward ran up the stairs, with Tom climbing up behind him. A huge metal door in the solid wall opened before them. Neither of them hesitated, but ran straight through the open doorway. The door slammed shut behind them and blended back into the concrete wall.
Louise couldn’t figure out where Tom and Edward had gone. The door was gone and so were Tom and Edward. Were they trapped somewhere? Or were they free outside the house? Would they be coming back?