Tuesday, March 8, 2016

CANDLES


Candles fill the night.
Candles light the way.
Down the long corridor.
Past leering portraits.
Peeling wallpaper.
A door to the basement.
Slippery stairs.
One hanging lightbulb.
Door locks.
Basement fills with water.
Pointy traps fall from the ceiling.
Followed by circular saws.
A nightmare?
No.
A night at End House in Oasis.

THE DEAD GAME

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