I used to have a lot of fur.
Then I read about evil and death.
I read Edgar Allan Poe’s books.
I hid under the bed.
Then The Dead came to me in a dream.
In a dream called The Dead Game.
They came alive at night for parties.
Parties that left bloodless victims in their path.
I don’t want to become one of their victims.
Now you know what happened to my fur.
Beware of The Dead and their games.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist