End House sits alone and deserted.
Shutters torn and hanging.
What happened to the family?
Open the door.
Walk up the battered staircase.
Past the broken statues.
A sigh follows my hesitant steps.
A wind whistles through the empty rooms.
Dust swirls in mounds on the wood floors.
A scream rips through the rooms below.
Has the family returned,
Or am I the next victim?
The sound of footsteps on the stairs.
I must run.
I must hide.
THE DEAD GAME