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Welcome to the House of Dix,
Where Otto Dix was alive but sick.
In this room, where we play,
Otto took his life and his name.
He hung himself to relieve his pain
And ‘Hangman’ was the name they gave.
His story has been shared for years and, in fact,
It is told that if you enter a match
There is no escape and no turning back.
So, think twice, and do not lapse.

To play his game, it is very simple,
What lies before you: one paper, one pencil.
The Host and Players must gather about.
The Host of the game must then shout,
‘Hangman! One Host...’ and the number of guests.
You will hear a bell that confirms your request.
Each Player is given three hints and three hints only.
Not per hour, not per round, but throughout the entirety
Of the game. If you are out of hints, you may need to worry,
Because no more is given, so don’t rush or hurry.

The Player in turn must choose a letter from the alphabet.
But to stay in the game, that letter must be correct.
If that letter is wrong in select,
The Host must draw Hangman’s body to connect.
Once all six body parts of the Hangman is drawn,
The Player in turn of the game is withdrawn.
But if the Player guesses the game right,
They are safe for the round and maybe the night.
If the Player feels that they can solve,
They should and pray that they aren’t wrong.
For if they are wrong, the Host will not draw
The head, the body, a leg, or an arm.
Instead, the Player is hung and gone.

Towards the end of the game, with one Player and one Host,
If the Player guesses correctly, then both can go home.
But if the Player is wrong, they may turn ghost,
And the only one safe to walk is the Host.
A sinister take on a classic children's game where losing not only means failure, but execution.
Nosy 3d
I saw you
How could I not
You capture the presence-
Of everything in the room
You did not see me.

You smiled at a waitress,
A stranger no less
I saw you mouth your order,
Something about a coffee.

I watched how you stirred your sugar,
Into the coffee you just ordered.
I knew you would, you always do
You still didn't notice,
I was two booths away.

You clean up in a way-
I've never seen anyone do,
Stacking the plates underneath the cup
Making it neat, but forgetting your umbrella
You'll come back for it soon, so I wait

I followed you home and learned your way
I already know how you like your meal
How you have your eggs
Or how you hum softly-
comforting yourself.

I appeared where you went
Our eyes haven't met yet
But I know you,
Yet you don't know I exist.

The interior in your house is neat
You clean nicely and well
You leave a light on,
On the porch so people know-
That you are home.

You leave the window cracked,
Ever so slightly,
It's enough for me but you do it
Like a clock stuck on repeat.

When you sleep it's so peaceful,
Your soft breathing like no harm will come
I'll try to protect you the best I can
But I can't get too close,
I like to watch from afar,
But close enough to know you.

You don't know me,
But I know you,
I'm not dangerous,
Just devoted to you,
And only you.
Lee Jul 19
I can’t move,
I can’t wake up
I’m screaming for you.
Shake me
Slap me (if you can without hate)
Wake me up
But my brain dropped the gate
B Marchand Jul 17
The woman is writing in an unknown ink.
Izōs waurda in rauþai blōmins gamelida.
Darkness drives her hand.
Þaurstei blōþis swē þis ufsnaiþandins.
Writing her lexicon of horror.
Eis beidun saiƕan izos wulþu.
Volume bled at the seams.
Her voice was that of angels.
Kussus lubja-miliþs.
Eyes are mountain lions hunting in reed fields.
Gadáuþnan fram izōs handau was fahēþs.
She skips in the rainstorms.
Written with Gothic - dead language.
the butchers nest
blood on the linoleum
she sharpens her blade
pay her and meats on the
table, just don't think about
where it comes from.
mysterie Jul 17
run
run
run
run --
run away as fast
as you possibly can.
get away.
get out of that place.

you don't know the
horrors of being there
like i do.

trust me,
and run.
run
run
run.
as fast as you can.

get away
before you
make it out
barely breathing.

covered in blood,
missing a limb,
open wounds,
a pounding headache,
a swollen ankle --
just run no matter
what it takes.

you don't understand
the horror
like i do.
another raw unedited one for you guys..
might release an edited version?
date wrote: 14/7
neth jones Jul 8
we filmed things
the audience would never forgive us for
then we edited them out
it was the right thing to do

the darkness remained behind the camera
but could still be felt by the viewer
06/07/25
inspired by the making of Wild At Heart
full version : we filmed things /the audience would never forgive us for/then the producer nudged the directors elbow/and we edited them out/it was the right thing to do/the darkness remained behind the camera/within the crew and actors /and in the scripts/but could still be felt by the viewer
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