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.
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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The skies are blue & clear again.
The Dead are here again.
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We walk through the house
of empty rooms.
Each one furnished with
a different period from history.
A dining room that can seat
a hundred people.
A gourmet kitchen that sparkles
white with bare counters.
A crystal chandelier hangs above
the marble floor empty of dancers.
Our guide bids us a quick goodbye.
We are outside again, standing on the
stone and weeds of the driveway.
The house crumbles from the outside,
but inside, it’s ready to hold court.
We don’t know.
But we will
Once we enter the deadly game.
THE DEAD GAME
Mountain Goat by nigel3
Who believes in magic?
They are part of our dreams.
Here’s to fairy dust, wizards, and vampires.
Witches, demons, and monsters.
there would be no dreams