END HOUSE

 

 

END HOUSE

The house invited us.

We are here for a party.

Time will only tell

whether we’ll see the morning.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN

takingoffmyhood: stairs

 

I slip on the steps

and catch hold of the rickety banister.

A single light bulb swings on its chain,

revealing a dark basement ahead.

The door slams shut behind us.

I run to it.

It’s locked.

We move as one.

The floor fills with water.

I’m submerged to my knees.

The walls rattle.

Cages descend on ropes.

As they sway near us,

sharp stakes extend

from the bottom edges.

Circular saws follow them,

swirling between the empty cages.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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LET THE GAMES BEGIN

 

The house is deserted.

Slippery stairs take us to the basement.

The lights flicker.

The door slams shut.

I run to the door and turn the knob.

It’s locked.

Waves hit the house.

Is that why the floor is wet?

A creaking noise comes from above.

Cages descend.

Circular saws soon follow.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist


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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME 

I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.

Blood is thicker than water,
Heavey and intense
As it trickles and oozes.

It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.

My only recourse is to escape
From within these walls
As I tunnel my way upward.

I want to be free from the evil,
Destroying me from within,

Keeping me from my family.

 
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

blackoutraven   Kingdom Hearts

 

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

 

Can you feel your heart beating?

Is it beating too fast?

Do you feel trapped?

That is because you are.

You’re standing in water

in the basement of End House,

wearing your party clothes.

There is a party

but no host or guests.

The door behind you locks.

The only way is forward

through the falling cages

and circular saws,

swinging over the dark water.

Run.

Run for your life.

The owner of End House takes no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

BROKEN GLASS

 

They fly against the Town Hall.

Our shelter from the storm.

They’ve found us.

Windows break.

Glass rains upon us.

The end has come.

Too soon.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

TRAPPED IN HELL

lilipilyspirit Deactivated

Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925

 

The forest grows dark.

It comes alive.

Wood arms reach for me.

Roots uncurl from the ground.

Trees shake and dance.

As the wind moans.

Dark shadows follow me.

Moonlight teases me.

I’m trapped in hell,

where the sun doesn’t shine.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES