Haunted Gameshow, by Amber Averay
Whispers whooshing through the halls,
Memories seeping through the walls.
Sounds of laughter, sobbing tears;
Air redolent with hopes and fears.
This place of promise offered much:
Winnings gifted at the briefest touch
Of a button, a buzzer, a ringing bell;
Answers shouted in a rising swell.
But nothing here is as it seems:
Rather than the realisation of desperate dreams
It’s a harvesting of spirits and souls;
Another being fulfilling its goals.
Once ensnared in its web
Bodies are filled with weighted dread.
The truth is dark, hard to believe,
But once you enter, you cannot leave.
Wrapped in a web of greed
You’re ensnared so the beast can feed.
Those whispers creeping through the halls
Now weep like tears down the walls.
Your cries for help remain unheard,
Thoughts of escape are twisted and blurred.
Your body weakens, energy wanes,
Dreams of winning dim and fade.
Promise once offered rots and moulders;
This desperate game is officially over.
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