FOLLOW THE CANDLES

Follow the candles

Down the hallway

To the door

Leading to the basement.

Step inside.

You can’t go back.

The door locks behind you.

The only way is down.

Water waits at the bottom.

Walk through the cold water

To the stairs on the other side.

Beware of the falling cages

And the descending circular saws.

The games have only just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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END HOUSE HAS WON AGAIN

 

 

 

The daisies are alive.

Chasing me through the house.

A house where the rooms change.

A living room one day

is a boudoir the next.

Wait!

The daisies have teeth.

They are moving closer.

Surrounding me.

Nowhere to go.

Nowhere to turn.

End House has won again. 

THE DEAD GAME

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CAN YOU SEE IT?

blackoutraven:

 

Can you feel it?

It circles the town.

On windswept nights.

Low in the darkening shadows.

Waiting and watching.

For the perfect moment.

When the moon rides high.

And the stars twinkle bright.

Death will make its entrance.

Circling closer to its prey.

Claws extended.

Beak facing down.

Its clutch sharp and pointy.

Shana dangling from its grasp.

Who will save us now?

The Dead are here to stay.

THE DEAD GAME

 

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Nook

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THE HUNT

sex-blood-and-death:
 
 
THE HUNT

It first comes slowly.
In the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
An empty school.
It soon follows.
It brings with it a silence.
You can feel its presence.
Coming closer.
It’s now moving quickly.
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn.
Close your eyes.
And stand strong.
Darkness descends.
To encompass all.

 
 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 50

The winds rush forth with open arms,
Crushing me into a cave of sand.
Darkness rushes to seal me in,
Flashes of light retreating in defeat.

I try to hold onto the reds and yellows,
But they fade into the expanding darkness.
The sand cascades in swirls of beige,
Soft but firm it holds me captive.

My fingers dig into the packed waves,
Leaving evidence of my unhappy plight.
I try to climb the growing piles
That continue to rise in my mounting despair.

My eyes focus on the hole open to the sky,
Desperately seeking a way out.
I am held tight in this evil creation,
A force of nature and hell combined.

A sound slowly creeps in from the opening,
Gaining volume and force on its way down.
It’s the sound of laughter and glee
From the creature who desires me most.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

THE HUNT

THE HUNT

It first comes slowly
In the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
An empty school.
It soon follows.
It brings with it a silence.
You can feel its presence.
Coming closer.
It’s now moving quickly.
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn.
Close your eyes.
And stand strong.
Darkness descends.