THANKSGIVING WITH THE DEAD

Spend Thanksgiving with The Dead.

A little horror for the holidays.

Put on your masks & dancing shoes.

Thanksgiving will never be the same.

THE DEAD GAME

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A THANKSGIVING SPIN

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A THANKSGIVING SPIN

Sweet and tasty it may be.

It does not come for free.

Life was given up

For this group to sup.

What are your holiday wishes?

And what could be the side dishes?

Some sliced fingers on a crystal plate

May satisfy your cravings of late.

Enjoy!

A DOOR

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A door among many others.

A family like all the others.

Eating at the dinner table.

Drinking wine.

Laughing.

But something is off.

The wine is blood.

The dessert are fingers.

A family not like the others.

THE DEAD GAME

A THANKSGIVING SPIN

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A THANKSGIVING SPIN

Sweet and tasty it may be.

It does not come for free.

Life was given up

For this group to sup.

What are your holiday wishes?

And what could be the side dishes?

Some sliced fingers on a crystal plate

May satisfy your cravings of late.

Enjoy!

THE WOODS

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Down in the Woods by *MegPrk

The woods hold dark secrets.

Buried beneath the black grass.

Blood red leaves blanket the floor.

A green mist covers all.

Shades of green color the scene.

Gnarled tree limbs reach out to visitors.

Creaking and groaning as they bend in the wind.

Is that a figure in the distance?

Its eyes glow yellow in the green mist.

Is it friend or foe?

Wretched fingers encircle my neck.

The trees have taken us hostage.

The figure draws near.

It gives a cackle.

Not a good sign.

A pot is set up in the clearing.

Figures are mixing the concoction inside. 

I don’t want dinner.

And I definitely don’t want to be dinner.

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WHAT'S FOR DINNER?

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The Sounds of Halloween (1977)

A spirit is rising from the smoke.
Go over and give it a poke.
And see if it’s alive or dead.
Even the cats can feel the dread.
Let’s dance around the fire.
You don’t want the witches’ ire.
Or you might become their dinner.
And then who would be the winner?

NO SKIN JUST BONES

Am I welcome to dinner?
I feel mighty hungry.
Like I’m skin and bones.
Or just bones.
May I come in?
I won’t bother anyone.
You won’t even notice me.

I'M TOO CUTE TO EAT

When I grow up,
you are not going to eat me.

THE PERFECT MURDER

THE PERFECT MURDER

Great house.
Stage set for a murder.
Who should we kill?
Let me see;
we have our invited guests,
the servers,
and of course, the elusive host.
Lets kill the host.
Then we can have the guests
running over each other to figure
out which one is the killer.
The grand formula for a murder mystery.

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