HEAR THEM ROAR

 

Tigers pace in their cages,

Waiting to be set free.

Animals fill the basement.

An awful sight to see.

 

Leashes jangle against bars.

Metal against metal rings loud.

As the gates slowly lift open,

Pointy teeth glisten without sound.

 

This cannot be happening.

This cannot be so.

No way are there tigers

in the basement below.

 

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN

takingoffmyhood: stairs

The stairs are slippery.

Why are we here?

Why are we going down

to the basement of End House?

We should have stayed

far away from this house.

Only bad things have happened here.

Strange lights in the dark of night.

People lost within its deserted walls.

We’re next.

The next victims.

The door just slammed shut.

It’s locked.

The floor is filled with water.

We can’t go back

but only forward.

The walls are shaking.

What’s that loud noise?

Cages are descending

from the ceiling.

They’re trying to catch us

with their pointy edges.

Circular saws are cutting

across the room,

looking for our heads.

We must make it across

the dark water—in one piece.

I can see steps in the distance.

A door is opening.

Maybe we could escape

from this hell.

Oh no!

What now?

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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Nook

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