THE INN

whitechapelwitch

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I hear voices from inside.

Laughter and cheering.

Clinking of glasses.

Sailing forth on

the silence of the night.

I hasten my steps.

I open the heavy door

and peer inside.

An empty room faces me.

No one in sight.

I step inside.

I can hear the voices.

The laughter.

I squint through the darkness.

A light shines on the tables,

where figures are drinking.

Transparent forms of people,

who once inhabited this inn.

They will laugh and be merry

until the end of time.

I raise my glass to them.

THE DEAD'S PLAYGROUND

THE DEAD’S PLAYGROUND

The Dead have taken over the playground,

where children once played.

The Dead wander

past the still swings

and empty slides.

Echoes follow in their path.

Of voices long gone.

THE DEAD GAME

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BURNING

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Is End House gone for good?

Will it be back in a different form?

It burns in hell.

It burns to ashes.

Melting into the ground.

Into the dark tunnels.

I can hear the rumbling.

The voices of The Dead.

In their locked chambers.

Waiting to return.

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