Creepy, creepy, scary.

It can become hairy.

The house is haunted and dark.

I came on a simple lark.

But now that I’m here,

I’m frozen with fear.

A party is to be held for us all,

But to evil creatures, we might just fall.

Down to the basement, we go,

It is silly, even I know.

Saws are swinging up ahead,

Looking to chop off a head.

Traps fall from the low ceiling.

My wet feet have lost their feeling.

We are standing in a pool,

And I feel like a big fool.

We should have gone when we had a chance.

The creatures will make us sing and dance.

The Dead have a morbid sense of humor.

I should have listened to each rumor.

Goodbye to one and all.

Look!

I see the bouncing ball.

THE DEAD GAME