WHO SITS THERE?

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The chair begins to rock

in the empty attic,

in front of the window

Who sits there?

Friend or foe?

It watches.

It waits.

Is it one of The Watchers?

I heard they watch the town.

Vampires who watch their own.

Making our town safer?

We hope so.

THE DEAD GAME

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WATCHING AND WAITING

 

 

The pretty house in the woods.

Covered in vines and leaves.

Windows peek out at the sun.

Who might there be behind the glass panes?

Inhabitants or residents of the past?

The only way to find out is

To knock on the door.

Oh look, the door is standing open.

Let’s walk in and see if it’s deserted.

How pretty it is inside with fancy rugs and chandeliers.

Couches and settees arranged to welcome the weary.

Hello, does anyone live here?

Oh, I didn’t see the two of you.

A husband and wife team.

Looks like they stepped out of the 1800′s.

Beautiful gown and nice overalls.

They want us to follow them upstairs.

I don’t want to go but I suppose we are.

The house is much larger inside than out.

A trick of light or another illusion.

Oh look, empty children’s bedrooms.

Set up like shrines with toys and clothes.

I see we’re coming to an attic.

Empty except for the rocking chair facing a window.

In the midst of the quiet a squeaking sound begins.

Back and forth, back and forth.

The chair rocks back and forth.

Who is making it rock?

What? They say one of their own is watching.

Sitting in the rocking chair and watching over town.

He’s invisible because why?

He’s a vampire.

This is taking a turn to the ridiculous. 

I’m outta here. Bye all!

Squeak, Squeak, Squeak.

THE DEAD GAME

WHO’S THERE?

THE DEAD GAME

The gingerbread house at the outskirts of town held many surprises for Linda and Shana. One of them they wouldn’t soon forget.

     Linda and Shana climbed a narrow staircase that descended from a trap door in the hall’s ceiling. They discovered the attic to be bare, except for the lone rocking chair that was facing the gravel road leading out of town. Linda walked over to gaze out the small triangular window, when the chair began to rock by itself.

     Anna said, “Everyone in the family takes turns watching the supposedly deserted mansion down the dirt road, and End House at the edge of the dark mountain. Both spots can be clearly seen from this vantage point.”

     Linda realized that this meant that someone was actually sitting in the chair—right at that moment— causing it to start rocking. She didn’t ask any more questions, but just grabbed Shana’s arm and pulled her out of the room, bidding Anna and Abe a hasty goodbye. She didn’t think that she could remain in this unnatural house one moment longer without either screaming or pulling her hair out. She was freaking out over the house and the strange story that she’d been just told.

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