A SIGH

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The island calls to me.

It whispers my name.

The bridge sighs.

It weeps for me.

I walk across.

It wobbles to and fro.

I hold tight to the ropes.

One step gives way.

And so does the next.

The sides unravel.

I can’t move.

Time stands still.

I’m falling.

Cold water hits my face.

Silence now takes it turn.

END HOUSE

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It welcomes. 

It creaks.

It sighs.

Its door opens.

Candlelight streams out.

We peak inside.

Grim faces stare back.

Gargoyles stand sentinel

along the curving staircase.

A wind brushes our skin

with its unseen fingers.

Candles light the way

down the right hall.

Shadows move and sway

with the flickering candles.

The door locks behind us.

We’re in for the ride.

End House has spoken.

THE DEAD GAME

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WHISPERS

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Should I stay?

Or should I go?

The island calls to me.

It whispers my name.

The bridge sighs.

It weeps for me.

I will walk across.

It wobbles to and fro.

I hold tight to the ropes.

One step gives way.

So does the next.

The sides unravel.

It hangs by strings.

I can’t go back.

Or forward.

Time stands still.

Then I’m falling.

Water so cold.

Hits my face hard.

Silence takes it turn.

Water covers the rest.

THE NIGHTMARE

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I’ve seen it.

I’ve seen the end.

The Dead.

God help us.

God help us all.

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