WHO SITS THERE?

Who sits there?
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WHO SITS THERE?

Who sits there in the darkness?

No movement in the blackness.

As still as a fox waiting to pounce.

No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.

A soft sigh can be heard in the air.

Are those slithering snakes in her hair?

Shadows coast along with the circling dust.

The walls trickle with blood or maybe rust.

The ghostly form stands up to meet us.

She can be the hostess to greet us.

A deserted house this seems to be.

She hovers over us like a tree.

We stand alone in this bleak hall.

There won’t be dancing at this ball.

All the candles go dark.

This was a silly lark.

Time to leave this creepy place.

We must quicken our slow pace.

But since this is a horror story.

We won’t be leaving soon with glory.

MAN-EATERS

Welcome to my house.
A greenhouse of snakes.
Overgrown greenery.
A bat cave.
And don’t forget.
My man-eating plants.
The Florida sun shines in.
Giving life to my friends.
And death to all who enter.
THE DEAD GAME

DOMED PARADISE

 

 

An oasis indoors.

A domed paradise.

A forest of trees.

Birds chirping.

Perfect until the snakes.

Slithering from their cages.

Trees uprooting in their haste.

All moving toward us.

Wolf has his surprises.

We won’t wait for any more.

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THE DEAD LIKE THEIR GAMES

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Trees and bushes fill the conservatory.

Wolf wants to show us what’s hidden inside.

Linda follows him into the bushes.

Her scream curdles my blood.

We run to her to find cages of snakes.

Their tongues slipping in and out of the holes.

Hungry for their next meal.

The trees draw closer to our group.

Lifting up their massive roots to take chase.

Time to leave this sorry example of the macabre.

The Dead like their games a little too much for comfort.

THE DEAD GAME

THE GREENHOUSE

 

 

A green house in Florida.

Greenery and wildlife to the brim.

Trees with life of their own.

Birds unseen but heard.

Limbs reaching.

Grabbing for the next visitor.

Snakes slithering in their cages.

Wings flapping in the next room.

Surprises in store.

And so much more.

Come and join us.

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WELCOME TO MY GREENHOUSE

“Welcome to my greenhouse,”
Wolf steps back from the front door.
He leads his guests to his greenhouse.
A path meanders through the thick greenery.
Leaves rustle.
Chirping sounds fill the room. 
No animals or birds.
Only tall trees reaching the green-domed ceiling.
A wall of cages faces them.
Cages filled with snakes.
Long tongues reach for the unwelcome guests.
Wolf laughs at their discomfort.
Time to leave the strange house.
They race down the same path.
Trees lift their mighty trunks in pursuit.
The house shakes and rumbles.
Wolf bellows louder in laughter.
They run through the room of portraits.
Eyes follow their desperate escape.
From a house ready to
swallow them alive.
THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.
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We take the Yellow Brick Road to Wolf’s house,
A winding country road through the dark forest.
Falling branches and angry leaves lead the way,
But all too soon we reach the front door.Wolf waits as still as a sentinel on duty,
No emotions crossing his marble features.
His welcoming words ring hollow,
Bouncing off the shadowy walls of the hallway.

A room of portraits awaits us next,
Darting eyes watching our every move.
A high-domed greenhouse yawns its welcome,
Its tall trees stretching their limbs up high.

A path zigzags through the dense foliage
To cages lined up against the back wall.
Wolf takes Linda’s arm to escort her
To the treasure that lies hidden behind.

Snakes slither and hiss in their metal confines,
Reaching through the holes for the unwanted guests.
Linda screams and backs away in horror
Into the safety of Todd’s waiting arms.

Shana stands mesmerized by a tall, tubular flower,
Its mouth straining open wide.
Wolf introduces her to his man-eating plant,
Which leans even closer to take a human bite.

“Are those alligators under the glass floor?”
At Linda’s feet reptiles swim in circles,
Bloody trails of food following in their wake.
Sounds of laughter erupt around them.

Time for them to leave this house of horrors.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME