Sunset brings the night.
It brings dark shadows.
Hues of red fill the humid air.
Blood flows freely through the streets.
The residents hide behind closed doors.
Tourists huddle in fear at their hotel.
The town waits deserted and quiet.
The woods behind town rumble with music.
Champagne flows at the mansion of an original resident.
Dignitaries fly in from around the world.
Limousines line the forest paths.
Guests swirl around the dance floor.
Linda is afraid of the lifelike glass statues.
She watches the beautiful guests laugh and drink.
But beneath it all she can feel an evil undercurrent.
As if evil is waiting to raise it ugly head.
The Dead Game has just begun.
THE DEAD GAME