HEAR THEM ROAR

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Tigers pace in their cages,

Waiting to be set free.

Animals fill the basement.

An awful sight to see.

Leashes jangle against bars.

Metal against metal rings loud.

As the gates slowly lift open,

Pointy teeth glisten without sound.

This cannot be happening.

This cannot be so.

No way are there tigers

in the basement below.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

HELLO

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A party on Friday 13th

has turned into a horror show.

I’m trapped with my friends

in the basement of End House.

The floor fills with water.

Rotating saws descend.

We swim to the other side

and are faced with three doors.

We open one.

Roars fill the inky darkness.

Wild animals pace their cages.

I turn to run.

Hot breath on my neck.

I glance back.

The cages have opened.

A tiger advances.

I close my eyes.

We are doomed to play

THE DEAD GAME.

MANY HAVE GONE

areyou-stillawake

Demonic (2015)

Light the path

through the woods

to the house at the edge

where many have gone.

Follow the puffs of smoke

through the rocks and brush

to the end of the trail

where many have gone.

Climb the broken steps

into the dark hallway

to the dark basement

where many have gone.

Descend the narrow staircase

to the deep water

and hanging traps

where many have gone.

Face the row of doors

on the opposite wall

past the circular saws

where many have gone.

Open the wrong door

to the caged tigers

whose cages lift open

where others have disappeared.

THE DEAD GAME

DOWN WE GO

awakeningfromthedream

Horsetail Fall Sunset II by Bon Koo

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.

THE DEAD GAME

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A HOUSE OF SURPRISES

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A HOUSE OF SURPRISES

On a dare,

I came here.

Into a deserted house, I go.

I can’t see if there’s friend or foe.

Windows too dirty to see through the casement.

I’m taking the creaky steps to the basement.

Three empty coffins are in the light. 

My heart almost stopped beating from fright.

This is much too creepy for me.

I hope one isn’t meant for me.

Unfortunately, the door was locked.

My only way out has been blocked.

Shadows are moving toward me from the rear.

Their elongated faces show no fear.

I believe I have well-played my last game.

The evil winner could have all the fame.

THE DEAD GAME

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HEAR THEM ROAR

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Prey Art Print By Daniel Taylor

Tigers pace in their cages,

Waiting to be set free.

Animals fill the basement.

An awful sight to see.

Leashes jangle against bars.

Metal against metal rings loud.

As the gates slowly lift open,

Pointy teeth glisten without sound.

This cannot be happening.

This cannot be so.

No way are there tigers

in the basement below.

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD GAME -- BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3

THE DEAD GAME -- BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3 

Down the stairs, we go,
Down to the dark basement
Of End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?

 A freak storm is what had happened.
The innocent family living here
Had disappeared into the raging waves
Of the Atlantic Ocean.

Now we are locked in its basement.
We've already made it through 
Swinging traps and circular saws.
No way for us but forward.

Three closed doors are standing before us. 
The horrors behind the first two doors 
Had almost killed us. 
Door number 3 is waiting.

We walk in.
It's dark.
Cages on the walls hold wild animals
Behind the metal bars.

Mike walks in first.
His eyes roam the room,
Searching for a possible escape 
From this hell hole.

He turns around.
The animals are suddenly free 
And are moving closer.
He could feel his heart beating faster.

The animals are breathing down his neck,
Getting ready to pounce.
David calls out that
He's found a door.

We are running down the stairs to the beach.
Flying creatures are swiping at us,
Trying to throw us into the ocean.
We stare down at the sharp rocks...

Their journey has only just begun. 

THE DEAD GAME

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NIGHT

1. 

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   Prey Art Print By Daniel Taylor

   
   

   
   

   Tigers pace in their cages.

   Waiting to be set free.

   Roars fill the basement.

   Leashes jangle against bars.

   This cannot be happening.

   This cannot be so.

   No way are there tigers

   in the basement below.

   
   

   
   
2. 

   
   

   A swarm of bats.

   Circling our heads.

   Nowhere to run.

   Nowhere to hide.

   A cave in a house.

   How can that be?

   In Oasis, Florida,

   Anything can be.

   
   

   
   
3. 

   orifice-torture

   by ehsan-safavie

   
   

   He comes in the night.

   Ready for the fight.

   He’ll slay us alive.

   No one will survive.

   His eyes burn blood red.

   Gleaming in his head.

   He leads The Dead right to me.

   I won’t go on bended knee.

   The creatures will be here.

   Their footsteps are too near.

   I bow my head to pray.

   Let us live one more day.

   THE DEAD GAME

TRAPPED

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End House holds us trapped.

Roars fill the inky darkness.

This door must be the wrong one.

Wild animals pace in their cages.

I can feel their hot breath on my neck.

That’s because their cages have opened.

They’re moving closer.

They’re stalking us.

We’re backed against a wall.

I close my eyes.

Then we’re falling.

I can see the ocean below.

Shrieks come from above.

What now?

THE DEAD GAME

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