Source: slobbering
Who sits and waits in the darkness?
There is no movement in the blackness.
As still as a fox waiting to pounce,
No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.
A soft sigh can be heard in the air.
Are those slithering snakes in her hair?
Shadows shift through the circling dust
As the walls trickle with blood or rust.
The ghostly form stands tall to meet us.
She can be the hostess to greet us.
A deserted house this seems to be.
She hovers over us like a tree.
We stand alone in this bleak hall.
There won’t be dancing at this ball.
This was a silly lark.
Then the candles go dark.
Time to leave this creepy place.
We must quicken our snail’s pace.
But since this is a horror story,
We will not be leaving with glory.
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horrorchic87:
Louise & her friends escaped End House.
But the deadly game was far from over.
She dashed across the beach,
mounds of sand hitting her face.
On the walkway,
branches swiped at her.
Main Street stood empty.
Silent.
Candles flickered in the park.
A wind propelled her
toward the lights.
Thrust into the gazebo by an unseen force,
Louise felt like a puppet on a string.
A noose wrapped around her neck.
She hung from the wooden beams.
Hooded creatures circled her.
The noose tugged tighter.
The world spun.
The shadows slowed.
They chanted in an unfamiliar language,
Their hoods casting their faces in shadows.
The winds turned wilder,
moaning in unison with the voices.
Louise recognized a face before she losing consciousness,
but it was too late for her or the town of Oasis.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
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