Light the candles.
Follow me through
the empty corridors,
Past dark rooms,
Down a long flight of stairs
To the dungeons below,
Where shadows await us.
A pool of water appears.
Cages descend from above,
Pointy edges facing down.
Circular saws soon follow.
What kind of hell are we in?
Come closer to find out.
The Dead love to play.
THE DEAD GAME
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