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Source:poisoned–blood
On a dare,
I came here.
Into a deserted house, I go.
I can’t see if there’s a friend or foe.
Windows too dirty to peek through the casement.
I’m taking the creaky steps to the basement.
Three coffins stand in the light.
My heart jumps a beat from fright.
This is much too creepy for me.
I hope one isn’t meant for me.
I check the door; now it is locked.
My only way out has been blocked.
Shadows move closer to me from the rear.
Their elongated faces show no fear.
I believe I have played my last game.
The evil winner could have the fame.
Love ya!
Jane
Sandie