A HOUSE

 

Do you love mazes?

Being lost in the dark.

Searching for an exit.

Only to find more hallways.

More traps.

More illusions.

What if a house was a maze?

Guests trapped inside.

Searching for doors.

Doors leading to more horrors.

Blood.

Welcome to End House

and The Dead Game.

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THE SEARCH

THE SEARCH

In the quiet summer night,
Light shining from a great height,
Searching until morning light.
We hold strong with all our might
That we find what we’re searching for,
Before night ends and shuts its door.
We need to find her before it’s too late.
We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.
A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.
It must be her alone in the park.
The light shines on her pretty face.
She sees us and picks up her pace.
She is crying and laughing at the same time.
A perfect ending to this story of mine.

THE MIST

THE MIST

The mist.
The fog.
The air is heavy.
Encircling me.
In its heavy cocoon.
It’s growing.
Searching.
For whom?
For me?
I must leave.
Right now.
It’s following me.
Reaching for me.
There’s no escape.
They’re here.

DOOR TO NOWHERE

15turchia

Some days you want to escape

to a place far away.

Meet new people,

Leave old baggage behind.

Open the proverbial door

to see if the grass is greener

on the other side.

But most of the time it isn’t.

A door balanced at the edge of a pier

might not be holding the answers to your dreams.

Home may be the place that has had the answers all along.