THE TELL-TALE HEART

blackoutraven:</p> <p>Kingdom Hearts</p> <p>Can you feel your heart beating?<br /> Is it beating too fast?<br /> Do you feel trapped?<br /> That is because you are.<br /> You’re standing in a pool of water,<br /> in the basement of End House,<br /> wearing your party clothes.<br /> But there is no party, no host and no guests.<br /> The door behind you locks shut.<br /> The only way is forward,<br /> through the falling cages<br /> with their sharp edges,<br /> ready to ensnare their next victim.<br /> Circular saws begin to descend,<br /> looking for heads to slice off.<br /> Run!<br /> Run for your life!<br /> The owner of End House takes no prisoners.<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist<br /> http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

blackoutraven:

Kingdom Hearts

Can you feel your heart beating?

Is it beating too fast?

Do you feel trapped?

That is because you are.

You’re standing in a pool of water,

in the basement of End House,

wearing your party clothes.

But there is no party, no host and no guests.

The door behind you locks shut.

The only way is forward,

through the falling cages

with their sharp edges,

ready to ensnare their next victim.

Circular saws begin to descend,

looking for heads to slice off.

Run!

Run for your life!

The owner of End House takes no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

A RIDE INTO YOUR IMAGINATION

A RIDE INTO YOUR IMAGINATION

rocknroll-hippie:<br /> Take a ride into your imagination.<br /> Explore the deep recesses<br /> of your mind and your fears.<br /> Explore the unknown.<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist<br /> http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

rocknroll-hippie:

Take a ride into your imagination.

Explore the deep recesses

of your mind and your fears.

Explore the unknown.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

  • pixography:</p> <p>Yo Coquelin</p> <p>In the basement of End House,<br /> you are faced with three closed doors.<br /> What lies behind them?<br /> When you open a door,<br /> will you be entering an actual room<br /> or one from created from your darkest fears?<br /> Does one hold a tunnel leading to more darkness?<br /> Pick one and find out.<br /> You are only limited by your own imagination.<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist<br /> http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

pixography:

Yo Coquelin

In the basement of End House,

you are faced with three closed doors.

What lies behind them?

When you open a door,

will you be entering an actual room

or one from created from your darkest fears?

Does one hold a tunnel leading to more darkness?

Pick one and find out.

You are only limited by your own imagination.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

NOWHERE TO HIDE

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

merry go round

Linda is lost at a carnival.

A carnival of her nightmares.

A clown is leering at her.

The knife-thrower is throwing knives

At her but keeps missing.

She runs into a tent.

Mirrors surround her,

Distorting her reflection.

She runs farther into the darkness,

Crashing through a mirror,

Finally landing in a pitch black room.

The floor begins to spin…

She tries to grab hold of the walls.

They are wet and shiny.

But there’s no way out.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

myBook.to/TheDeadGame

GO TO THE LIGHT

When did life become so serious?<br /> When did darkness begin to take over the light?<br /> Some days feel like long dark journeys<br /> leading to only more despair and darkness.<br /> I want those happy days of youth,<br /> where each day brought with it<br /> new hopes for a bright future.<br /> It’s time for me to change my perspective<br /> on life and begin each day anew.<br /> Happy thoughts create happy people.<br /> Pull back the shades and let the<br /> sunlight back into our lives.<br /> We will be much happier and healthier.

When did life become so serious?

When did darkness begin to take over the light?

Some days feel like long dark journeys

leading to only more despair and darkness.

I want those happy days of youth,

where each day brought with it

new hopes for a bright future.

It’s time for me to change my perspective

on life and begin each day anew.

Happy thoughts create happy people.

Pull back the shades and let the

sunlight back into our lives.

We will be much happier and healthier.

UNLOCK THE DOOR

Unlock the door.<br /> Enter and be amazed.<br /> A book can unlock your mind to many<br /> adventures and mysteries.<br /> What you can experience is endless.<br /> All you have to do is pick up a book<br /> and let it perform its magic on you.

Unlock the door.Enter and be amazed.

A book can unlock your mind to many

adventures and mysteries.

What you can experience is endless.

All you have to do is pick up a book

and let it perform its magic on you.

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 128

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 128

A strange party in a glass house. Linda felt lost among the guests, who were strange in their own ways.

All of a sudden, Linda had a strange feeling that she was being stared at. She glanced around and was rewarded with a quick glimpse of Leanne standing behind a glass wall. She wore a severe-looking, long-sleeved black gown. It looked like she’d been watching them before she hid behind the green wall. A glass wall doesn’t hide too much.

She watched Leanne make her way up the clear staircase. But maybe Leanne hadn’t been hiding: she could have been innocently climbing the stairs. Leanne was creepy. She was tall and skinny with long black hair, a serious look forever plastered on her long face. She was never seen laughing or smiling. In retrospect, she was hardly ever seen at all in town.

Sounds of laughter flowed in from the entrance. She turned and noticed Reece standing in the middle of a group of ladies—all giggling and vying for his attention.

He gave them equal attention. Maybe he wasn’t the recluse that people portrayed him to be. Reece was tall and ruggedly good-looking, but she couldn’t figure out his age. He had a full head of dark hair without any grey running through it. He could have easily picked any one of the beautiful women standing around him, but instead he chose a short and chubby brunette. She seemed to have a good sense of humor, since Linda could hear their laughter bubbling across the ballroom.

Todd said, “Reece is a good person. I hope he finds someone to replace his wife, who died this past year.”

“How did she die?”

“She died from old age.”

“How could that be? Reece doesn’t look old.”

He didn’t answer, and she decided not to pursue it any further for now.