"Well, hello there. My name was something or other, call me whatever you'd like. I'm a skeleton from a closet in the Begonia House, and I'm here to rattle my bones today. Been shut up in that old shack for ages, and I've secrets to spill. Keep your wits sharp; I'm lookin' for a fright."
"As one of many skeletons in the Begonia House, I'm delighted to have been picked to be a guest host, but my hollow buddies lost their heads over it. I was a nice guy, figured I'd give 'em all a shot. Here're three of their bits that tickled me bones. Grip your skin and settle in. Beware, this is haunted text and things in line can getcha!"
THE SHADOW BOX
From the gutter, a hill doth rise. See the distance with thine own eyes.
Scrambled lines shift a square, borders move here and there.
Impossible! A task at large, never certain who's in charge.
Wrangled meanings twist in line, sinking further toward the spine.
Fingers shake, doubt revels. This box is conjured by devils!
ALONG COMES THE SPIDER
Creeping onto the page, a spider takes center stage.
Once three stars held the space, now eight legs stick in place.
Words wrap in its web; they tangle up- flow, then ebb.
Watch them shift before your eyes, they scuttle off to woeful cries.
BLED TO DEATH
To the edge- don't pull over. Drag and drop a four-leaf clover.
Luck you'll need when you bleed; it's the head that must feed.
Run away, like a train- one more splice, you'll go insane.
Drained to death, a weary ghost- thwarted by a tricky host.
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