Sunday, December 27, 2015



The stairs are slippery.
The lights flicker.
All goes dark.
The door behind us slams shut.
It’s locked.
There’s no place to go but down.
Down to the basement of End House.
The deserted house,
overlooking the crashing waves
of the Atlantic Ocean.
You can hear the waves hitting the house.
A pool of water covers the floor.
Are the ocean waters entering the house?
Are we in for more surprises?
What is that sound?
Creaking noises are coming from above.
Metal cages with pointy edges
are descending from above.
Circular saws soon follow,
searching for our heads.
What do we do now?
THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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