The sign above the doorway flickers: ENTER THE DARK.
A painted arrow points into the weeds: ENTER THE DARK.
The ticket taker smiles and says, “Enjoy yourself tonight.”
You laugh, because you know it's only a game: ENTER THE DARK.
A corridor bends where corridors should never bend.
Behind you, something whispers your name: ENTER THE DARK.
A corpse sits upright inside an empty chair.
You tell yourself the breathing is a trick: ENTER THE DARK.
A chainsaw roars. A masked man charges through the smoke.
You scream, then laugh because the blade is fake: ENTER THE DARK.
A little girl stands barefoot beneath a buzzing light.
She asks you why you came alone: ENTER THE DARK.
You reach a room where every mirror shows a stranger.
One reflection turns around too late: ENTER THE DARK.
At last, you stumble through the exit into the night.
The workers wave and tell you, “Come again”: ENTER THE DARK.
But when you count the people in your group,
there is one more shadow than before: ENTER THE DARK.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
Offline) - Published: October 21st, 2026 07:13
- Category: Unclassified
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- In collections: Poems for Spooktober.

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