DOWN WE GO

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A steep cliff lies before us.

End House looms behind.

We’ve endured.

A pool of blood.

Descending saws.

Wild animals.

The cliff looks safer.

Down we go.

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FLY OFF THE ROCKS

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We have reached the edge.

Nowhere left to go.

We escaped the party.

The deadly game from hell.

Let’s jump into the ocean.

Swim our way down the shore.

To the beach filled with tourists.

Where help will be on the way.

We can’t return to End House.

Evil house of illusions.

Filled with traps and dead bodies.

No way are we going back.

Come and take my hand.

Let’s fly off the rocks.

We’ll soar through the air.

Like a pair of white doves.

Footsteps behind us.

Flying creatures above.

Time is now or never.

For us to take our chance.

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BALANCED AT THE EDGE

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A house balanced at the edge.

Daring all to enter its domain.

A black invitation in hand.

We go to the party.

Faced with deadly traps.

We run for our lives.

Down the rocks.

To the beach.

Winds bashing our faces.

Lightning lighting our way.

To the park.

To a gazebo lit by candles. 

A hanging body inside.

Will this night ever end?

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TAKEN

End House looms in the foggy distance.

It was taken without resistance.

It belongs to The Dead.

They have made their own bed.

I fear the Oasis nights.

Terror taken to new heights.

They return to town with force,

Wolf leading on a black horse.

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CLIFF HOUSE

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The waves dance in fury.

Hitting the sharp rocks.

The house towers above.

Glaring down at intruders.

Any who dare to violate its shores.

Death to all who come inside.

The Dead haunt its walls.

They roam the tunnels below.

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DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM


Dream a little dream.
An orange, red sun
Setting over the ocean.
A jagged cliff
Showcasing a lighthouse.
A light casting its glow,
While waiting for a ship.
Waves lapping at the rocks,
Trying to climb the steep fortress.
Clouds rolling in over the mountain,
Attempting to hide the light.
The sun slowly falling,
Losing some of its fire.
A ship appearing in the distance,
Seeking the lone light.
Its lights blinking in sequence.
The lighthouse signalling back.
All is well.
Dream well done.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 192

Natalie, Todd's assistant, was the mastermind behind the recent deaths in Oasis. An assistant that Todd had trusted with all the privileged information about his business.

     “What happened to the wooden stake in the heart that is supposed to kill vampires? And…” David said.

     “Not only are you a useless human, but also a stupid one. Stakes only immobilize vampires, while fire destroys them forever,” Natalie said. Mike agreed with her that some humans have no reason on earth for existing.

     “Are there others like you?” Mike asked, hoping that there weren’t more of these creatures running around: multiplying.

     “I am the only one.”

     “Had you been one of The Dead before the spell?” Shana asked.

     “Yes. I had been one of The Dead, posing as Todd’s assistant.”

     “That was how you knew in advance about all my plans and meetings,” Todd said.

     “Yes. You had been fooled for so long. Your nature is too trusting for you to ever be a good vampire.”

     Todd watched as Natalie puffed up her body,  attempting to appear larger than her mere petite frame allowed her to be. He was disgusted with her for fooling him; but more importantly, he was disgusted with himself for not seeing through her clever ruse of posing as his faithful assistant. He hissed, “It had to be someone who’d been aware of all my plans in advance—to be always one step ahead of me. You were the only one who had prior knowledge of all my meetings and social engagements; the one who constantly pried into my personal life; the one who leaked privileged information about our secret gatherings. You sicken and repulse me.”

WELCOME TO OASIS, FLORIDA!

Come and follow the trees.
The long line of palm trees
that will lead you to the Oasis Hotel.
A hotel in paradise with airy rooms
and arched doorways.
The wealthy love to visit.
Too bad many won’t return home.
Dark shadows visit at night to
snatch their innocent victims.
Lounging in the sun during the day
could turn to horror at night.
Come and enjoy!

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THE SCARY GHOST

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I try so hard to scare people.
I stick people in the walls of a house.
A house that sits on the edge of a cliff.
The cliff that overlooks sharp rocks.
Rocks that are being beaten by raging waves.
Waves that are brought forth by an angry ocean.
An ocean that’s made dark by the great storm.
The storm that is coming toward the town of Oasis, Florida.
The town where the haunted house is located.
The one at the edge of the cliff.
You can see where I’m going with this.
So “Boo!”
Are you scared yet?
I am and I’m the ghost.

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HOUSE OF ILLUSIONS

Welcome to Oasis, Florida.
A seaside town with white-sanded beaches,
lush greenery, and beautiful sunsets.
However, after the sun sets, dark shadows
appear on the streets and on the walkway along the beach.
Few dare to walk the streets alone at night.
The evil centers around the deserted End House,
which has a long history of disappearances and death.
It sits alone at the edge of a steep cliff, waiting for visitors.
A party is arranged at this house for the newer residents.
They are faced with frightening illusions, including: traps,
wild animals, swimming pools of blood, a room of worms.
They make it out alive but two of their own are trapped inside.
They find themselves embroiled in a deadly game with the
evil one controlling the town and everyone else.
This leader is the epitome of evil.
They don’t know if he’s a stranger or one of their own residents.
When he finally shows his face, they realize too late that they’re doomed.
How can they fight someone who is powerful enough to create
illusions as part of his evil game?
The residents will do their best to clean the town of the
deadly group even at a high cost to their own lives.
Linda and Shana won’t give up until the bitter end, even if
Todd and the sheriff refuse to help them.
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THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 167

Chapter 30

With Todd in the lead, they sped through town and up the narrow mountain road. Driving up End House’s gravel path, they were faced once again with the gloomy and foreboding house. There were no lights on or any sounds of life in the house: only dark, soulless windows watching their approach.

     Todd pulled up to the house and sprinted from his car, leaving his car door hanging wide open. He was in the house before the others had even exited from their cars.

     “How did Todd figure out where they were hiding?” Shana asked Sam as they followed Todd through the main floor to the dreaded staircase leading down to the basement.

     “I don’t know…let’s just follow him, since he seems to know where he’s going.”

     “He mumbled something about returning to where the whole Dead Game began,” Linda said. “I can’t believe that we’re trudging down these basement steps again.”

     David spoke up. “I don’t want to return to that awful basement.”

     “If you remain up here, then you’ll be all alone,” Mike said. “It will fare much better for you if you stick close to the others.

     “But David,” added Mike, “if you really want to remain upstairs by yourself, you can wait here until we return.” That is, if you’re still alive when we come back and don’t get eaten alive by vampires. No great loss; there will be other cowardly lions to take his pathetic place.

     “No way am I waiting alone upstairs. Wait for me—I’m coming!” David quickly joined the others.

     The group slowly descended the narrow staircase, down to the basement of End House—definitely the last place that any of them ever wanted to visit again. The basement was cold and drafty. The one light bulb seemed to be broken. They were forced to climb down the long flight of slippery stairs in darkness.