Stay away from here.
Death I cannot bear.
I’m telling a horror tale
with each wag of my fine tail.
Tourists disappear
into the thin air.
One day they’re right here.
Next day they’re nowhere.
THE DEAD GAME
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Oh, Ouija Board,
will you bring me spirits?
Spirits of the light.
Ones of the damned.
I feel their presence.
Sighs in the night.
Cold breath on my face.
Icy fingers at my neck.
Squeezing.
Too tight.
Much too tight…



THE DEAD GAME




