THE DEAD WALK NO MORE

It calls to me.

It flickers.

It winks.

It watches.

It waits.

I must follow.

I must see.

Who goes there?

Walkers of the night.

Hiding in the dark.

Ready to pounce.

Once the sun sets.

I will be ready,

I will follow.

Uncover their identities.

Until The Dead

Walk no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE RAVEN’S LAST CHANCE

nitratediva:

Bela Lugosi recites some Poe in The Raven (1935).

The raven sits quietly while Lugosi reads the lines.

It sits as still as a lifeless statue.

But what if it isn’t lifeless?

What if it’s just waiting?

Waiting for the actor

to stop droning on.

For the room to become quiet

so that he could pounce on him.

The way he was supposed to

in The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.

He must perform for his namesake.

The world could use one less actor.

Couldn’t it?

Swoosh…