THE HOUSE IS WINNING

Down we go to the nether reaches of End House.

Where darkness is an ever-changing display.

Of traps, cages, and deep water.

Mazes to confound the curious.

Bottomless pits for the adventurous.

And wild animals for the animal lover.

Will we ever see the light of day?

The house is alive and is winning the game.

THE DEAD GAME

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BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3

THE DEAD GAME – BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3
Down the stairs we go,
Down to the dark basement
Of End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?
A freak storm is what had happened.
The innocent family living here
Had disappeared into the raging waves
Of the...

 

THE DEAD GAME – BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3 

Down the stairs we go,
down to the dark basement.

What happened here 5 years ago?
A freak storm is what happened.

The innocent family  disappeared
and were never heard from again.

Now we are locked in the End House basement.
Water reaching our knees.

We’ve already made it through 
swinging traps and circular saws.

Three closed doors stand before us. 

We’ve lived through the horrors
behind the first two doors.

Door number 3 is still waiting.

We walk in.
It’s dark.

Wild animals pace back and forth
in metal cages on the walls.

Mike walks in first,
his eyes roaming the room.

He turns around.
The animals are free.

They are moving closer.
His heart beats faster.

He can feel the animals
breathing down his neck.

He hears David calling out that
he’s found another door.

We are running down the stairs to the beach.

Flying creatures swipe at us.
We stare down at the sharp rocks…

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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WHAT’S NEXT?

 

 

A steep cliff lies before us.

End House looms behind.

A pool of blood.

Descending saws.

Wild animals.

The cliff is safer.

Down we go.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DEAD GAME — The Journey into Hell and Beyond

Face to face.
Eye to eye.
A growl.
A  whimper.

The whimper belongs to me.
I’m David,
One of the invited to the party
at the deserted End House.

Too many obstacles.
Too many ways to die.
Circular saws and sharp cages.
Wild animals stalking their prey.

We must find a way out.
Tom and Edward had fled through a doorway
And vanished for good.
Half our group is exploring upstairs.

My group is trapped in the basement,
Which is filling rapidly with water.
Three closed doors wait for us.
I can hear the animals behind door #3.

Whom to trust?
Who are my friends?
Are some of them my enemies?
I must be careful.

Louise is trembling with fear.
Mike is determined to find a way out.
He doesn’t care about Louise
Or anyone else.

The dark room of animals is small and creepy.
Tigers are leaving their cages.
There’s the door knob.
It’s moving.

Maybe someone is trying to save us.
“Hey guys, I’m checking out the door.”
It’s stuck and the door is too heavy.
“Come on and help me open it.”

Between the three of us,
We finally open the door.
Freedom.
Time to escape.

A long and slippery staircase
Down to the beach and rocks.
Creatures are flying at us,
Trying to knock us into the ocean.

What could possibly happen next?

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3

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THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3

Down the stairs we go,
Down to the dark basement
Of End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?

A freak storm is what had happened.
The innocent family living here
Had disappeared into the raging waves
Of the Atlantic Ocean.

Now we are locked in its basement.
We’ve already made it through 
Swinging traps and circular saws.
No way out but forward.

Three closed doors are standing before us.
The horrors behind the first two doors 
Had almost killed us.
Door number 3 is waiting.

We walk in.
It’s dark.
Cages on the walls hold wild animals
Behind the metal bars.

Mike walks in first.
His eyes roam the room,
Searching for a possible escape
From this hell hole.

He turns around.
The animals are suddenly free
And are moving closer.
He could feel his heart beating faster.

The animals are breathing down his neck,
Getting ready to pounce.
David calls out that
He’s found a door.

We are running down the stairs to the beach.
Flying creatures are swiping at us,
Trying to throw us into the ocean.
We stare down at the sharp rocks…

Their journey has only just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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WHO WILL SURVIVE TO TELL THE TALE?

WHO WILL LIVE TO TELL THE TALE?

Candles in basement

Invited to a party?
Could it be at End House?
A deserted house at the edge
of the dark forest in Oasis, Florida.
People have disappeared from this house.
Never to be seen or heard from again.
But yet you’re going to this party?
I admire your courage.
Your tenacity.
But make sure you could handle
what you may discover there.
No one has ever returned alive
to tell the tale.
You might be the first.
There’s a first for everything.

I will tell you what you may expect.
No one will answer your knock on the door.
The door will open by itself,
inviting you to step inside.
Once inside, you will immediately notice
the sweeping staircase.
It is majestic with red carpeting
and statues of gargoyles.
Sounds like fun so far?

Flickering candles on the staircase
and along the right hallway
throw shadows along the dark walls.
Your group will divide into two.
The first group will follow the candles
up the grand staircase.
And your group will follow the flickering
lights down the right hallway,
which will lead you down to the basement.

Which group will find the mysterious host?
Which group will remain alive?
Upstairs, there may be revolving rooms
and bloody skeletons.
However, downstairs may have traps and wild animals.
Who will survive to tell the tale?
Only I know.
For I am one of The Dead.
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and welcome to THE DEAD GAME.

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ROAR

brutalgeneration:</p> <p>Tiger (by lmstonenhp1)</p> <p>Could you smell the sweet air?<br /> Could you smell the snow in the air?<br /> I could even hear footsteps crunching<br /> in the snow.<br /> I’d better run.<br /> Humans are coming and I don’t want<br /> them to see me sunning myself.<br /> I will just give a ferocious “ROAR.”

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Tiger (by lmstonenhp1)

Could you smell the sweet air?

Could you smell the snow in the air?

I could even hear footsteps crunching

in the snow.

I’d better run.

Humans are coming and I don’t want

them to see me sunning myself.

I will just give a ferocious “ROAR.”

SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST?

SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST?

 
 
Maybe this is the way it is supposed to be.

The animals on the outside, looking in at us.

Do we deserve to be the ones in control?

What if the animals called the shots.

And then I see someone do something out of the

goodness of their heart, and I have hope for mankind.