RED

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Hues of red fill the humid air.

The residents hide behind closed doors.

The tourists huddle in fear at the hotel.

The town waits deserted and quiet.

The woods rumble with music.

Dignitaries visit from around the world.

Limousines line the paths to the glass house,

Where guests fill the dance floor.

Linda watches them laugh and drink.

An undercurrent lies beneath the gaiety.

As if evil waits to raise its ugly head.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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AN UNDERCURRENT OF EVIL

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The guests are dancing.

Between frozen statues.

Statues of ice.

Sad expressions for eternity.

They appear alive.

Tears flowing down

their frosty cheeks.

Tears that appear wet.

This glass house holds terrors.

Beneath the music and gaiety

lies an undercurrent of evil.

Time to leave this fake paradise.

To leave the perfect guests.

To escape if one can.

Escape this deadly game

of The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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