takingoffmyhood: stairs
I slip on the steps
and catch hold of the rickety banister.
A single light bulb swings on its chain,
revealing a dark basement ahead.
The door slams shut behind us.
I run to it.
It’s locked.
We move as one.
The floor fills with water.
I’m submerged to my knees.
The walls rattle.
Cages descend on ropes.
As they sway near us,
sharp stakes extend
from the bottom edges.
Circular saws follow them,
swirling between the empty cages.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
THE DEAD GAME
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