STEP INSIDE

The door waits to be opened.

The window to be explored.

The house holds mysteries.

Intrigue for adventure-seekers.

Ghosts for hunters.

Blood for the insatiable.

And death for its followers.

Come and explore.

THE DEAD GAME

 

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THE END FOR ME

The dark woods keeps them hidden.
I know that I’m forbidden
From walking this way.
I must get away.
I hear them moving through the trees.
Let me get away from them, please.
The footsteps are getting louder.
The moon is now high and rounder.
The end...

The dark woods keeps them hidden.
I know that I’m forbidden
From walking this way.
I must get away.
I hear them moving through the trees.
Let me get away from them, please.
The footsteps are getting louder.
The moon is now high and rounder.
The end...

 

The dark woods keeps them hidden.
I know that I’m forbidden
From walking this way.
I must get away.

I hear them moving through the trees.
Let me get away from them, please.
The footsteps are getting louder.
The moon is now high and rounder.

The end for me and the town is near.
A crystal ball I don’t need to peer.
My head bowed and on a bended knee.
And this will still not end well for me.

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THE HOUSE WITHIN

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The wind blows through the trees,

ruffling the blanket of grass,

striking a path through the woods.

The path leads the way

to the house within,

to End House at Oasis.

 

THE DEAD GAME

THE GAME HAS BEGUN

 

 

Put on your mask.

Dress in your gown.

Step into your party shoes.

The dance is about to begin.

Music fills the mirrored room.

The band picks up the beat.

Dancers swirl under glowing chandeliers.

Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.

The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.

The clock strikes midnight.

The music stops.

The dancers stand still.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

 

A HOUSE OF SURPRISES

 

A HOUSE OF SURPRISES

On a dare,

I came here.

Into a deserted house, I go.

I can’t see if there’s friend or foe.

Windows too dirty to see through the casement.

I’m taking the creaky steps to the basement.

Three empty coffins are in the light. 

My heart almost stopped beating from fright.

This is much too creepy for me.

I hope one isn’t meant for me.

Unfortunately, the door was locked.

My only way out has been blocked.

Shadows are moving toward me from the rear.

Their elongated faces show no fear.

I believe I have well-played my last game.

The evil winner could have all the fame.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE END IS NEAR

THE END IS NEAR

“Life goes on,
But how can I?”

Lost in her suffering in a town of despair,
Linda knows not how to release herself from here.

She gazes out at the big bright moon,
Knowing full well what it will bring soon.

“Please save us from the evil forces at bay.
We can’t live through this for even one more day.

Will this night be the same as all the rest,
Fleeing through the night at someone’s behest?

Will we ever be safe again in our beds,
To lie down asleep and rest our weary heads?

I see the light in the distance.
We can offer no resistance.

They are here for us all.
This night the town will fall.”

 
THE DEAD GAME

LOCKED IN THE BASEMENT

 

Steps lead to the basement of End House.

The door locks behind you.

There’s no way out.

Water fills up to your knees.

Metal cages descend.

Sharp edges extend to catch

their next victim.

You dodge the cages.

Circular saws sweep through the water.

The far wall holds three closed doors.

What lies behind these doors?

Read THE DEAD GAME to find out.

 

DARK SHADOW

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He walks in the night,

Ready for a fight.

No one comes near.

Most out of fear.

 

I won’t walk his way.

By the tree, I’ll stay

Until he’s gone from sight.

Only then I’ll take flight.

PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN

Chair

 

Down the rabbit hole we go.

Far down beneath the earth’s surface.

Where The Dead wait for their savior.

Arms extended.

Reaching for us.

Mouths held open in silent cries.

As we fall farther.

Deeper.

Past the point of no return.

THE DEAD GAME

BURNING

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“ Hell has arrived.
Burning in its chair.
Impatient for victims.
Restless to the bone.
Burning bright.
Glowing embers.
Filling the dark.
Red and yellow sparks.
Sizzling.
Hot.
THE DEAD.
THE DEAD GAME
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Hell has arrived.

Burning in its chair.

Impatient for victims.

Restless to the bone.

Burning bright.

Filling the dark.

Red and yellow sparks.

Sizzling.

Hot.

THE DEAD are here.

THE DEAD GAME

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