The house at the edge of town,
Covered by vines and leaves.
Eyes peek out at the sun.
The door stands open.
We walk in.
“Hello, does anyone live here?
Oh, I didn’t see the two of you.”
A man and a woman stare at us.
“Welcome to our house.
Would you like to see the upstairs?”
The woman asks with a smile.
Shana nods eagerly.
I follow them upstairs.
Children’s bedrooms sit empty,
Perfect shrines with dolls and toys.
“Would you like to see the attic?”
The woman turns to us.
I shake my head.
Shana nods.
An empty room faces us.
The rocking chair begins to rock.
Back and forth.
The man’s dark eyes find us.
“We watch End House from here.
We are The Watchers.”
The rocking chair faces the window.
End House looms in the distance.
Who is rocking the chair?
A vampire Watcher?
Squeak, Squeak, Squeak.
It rocks back and forth.
THE DEAD GAME
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