Why is the statue moving?
Is a wind ruffling its wings?
I hear a sigh.
Maybe a murmur.
Can it be speaking to me?
Is it lifting its head?
Is it looking at me?
Its eyes are sparkling.
Sparkling a green color.
Its body is shifting on its stand.
Time to run.
Time to leave this house of horrors.
Let’s get out of here.
Before The Dead play their games.
I don’t want to play anymore.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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Nook
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