WILL CURIOSITY BE THE DEATH OF YOU?

The door.

The fear of not knowing.

The fear of knowing.

What to do?

Open the door and step inside.

You might be happy.

Or you might be dead.

You’ll never know until you open the door.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

CREEPY CREEPY SCARY

 
Creepy, creepy, scary.
This can become hairy.

The house is haunted and dark.
I came on a simple lark.

But now that I’m here,
I’m frozen with fear.

A party is to be held for us all,
But to evil creatures, we might just fall.

Down to the basement we go,
This is silly even I know.

Saws are swinging up ahead,
Looking to chop off a head.

Traps are falling from the low ceiling.
My wet feet are losing their feeling.

We are standing in a pool.
And I feel like a big fool.

We should have gone when we had a chance.
The creatures will make us sing and dance.

The Dead have a morbid sense of humor,
Should have listened to every rumor.

Goodbye to one and all.
I see the bouncing ball.

THE DEAD GAME

HAUNTED

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

A green light shows the way.

Closed doors on either side.

Cries fill the air.

A coldness descends.

Then total silence.

I inch forward.

I peer into a room.

A wheelchair sits empty.

Voices.

I step into the hallway

and follow the sounds.

The door at the end stands open.

Surgeons stand around a table.

They turn and smile at me.

They fade from sight.

Then I’m on the table.

Doctors stand above me.

I must escape.

A scalpel descends.

Too late.

DARKNESS DESCENDS

It comes slowly
In the dead of night,
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It gathers speed.
You dash into a building,
An empty school.
It follows.
It brings silence.
You can feel its presence,
Moving closer.
It’s hurrying
Along the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are locked.
You turn,
Close your eyes,
And stand firm.
Darkness descends.

THE HUNT

sex-blood-and-death:

THE HUNT

It first comes slowly
in the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet,
it draws near.
You run faster,
but it speeds up.
You dash into a building,
an empty school.
It soon follows,
bringing with it a silence.
You can feel its presence
as it moves closer.
It follows you
down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
You jiggle the knobs.
They’re all locked.
​You turn around
and stand strong.
Darkness falls
to encompass all.