Source:r-o-c-h-a-78
The house has come alive.
A thick darkness descending.
Snakes slithering in their cages.
Man-eating plants standing at attention.
Tree limbs grabbing my arms.
Roots wrapping around my legs.
The greenery moving closer.
The door drifting farther away.
Will we make it in time?
Before we’re trapped.
What’s next?
Quicksand?
THE DEAD GAME
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