EXCERPT FROM THE DEAD GAME

EXCERPT FROM THE DEAD GAME

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Just when Linda and her friends thought they were safe, they were hit once again by unknown, dark forces.

Chapter 37

They stepped outside into the sun. The town turned dark with hovering black clouds. The mountain rumbled and shook. Trees began to sway with their frightened leaves flying from their trembling branches. Loud blasts of thunder surrounded them from all sides. The sky above End House lit up with bright flashes of red and orange lights. In the opposite direction, above the dark mansion, sizzling lightning bolts were streaking across the blackened sky.

     David said, “What now?” They made a mad dash to their cars.

     Todd said, “We will meet at the mansion. That’s where the eye of the storm is focused.”

     Their cars raced past the estates, speeding along the dirt path by the bed and breakfast, spewing gravel and dirt everywhere. The gingerbread house was lit up. People were streaming out the front door. Linda didn’t recognize any of them, but suspected that they were Abe and Anna’s missing children.

     They drove up to the mansion, and the storm intensified even further until the entire sky was lit up with lights as bright and colorful as a fireworks display. At each of the many windows, faces could be seen grinning at them. They didn’t appear to be human faces. Their elongated, white faces were stretched out like Silly Putty. Their oversized green eyes were glowing in the darkness behind each open window.

     Abe and his people caught up to them at the mansion. They stood behind their group as they watched the bizarre scene before them. They wore long overcoats over their dark clothes. Linda was intrigued to see what they had on beneath their coats. Maybe they were armed with special weapons.

     “Those are the vampires that we must now extinguish,” Abe said in a loud voice above the roaring storm.

     “How are we going to accomplish this feat?” Linda asked, skeptical of him and his family. Just what they needed now—a new gang of players thrown into the old, uncertain mix.

     “I’m waiting for the priest, and then all will be explained.”

     Linda wasn’t satisfied with that answer, but kept silent and waited with the others.

     Father John arrived soon after. Abe walked over to him and they spoke for a while.

     Linda said to Shana, “I bet that’s where Natalie and Maxell hung out: in the deserted mansion with the demonic shadows that stalked us in town.”

     “Imagine. A whole vampires’ nest right inside our own town. If I’d known about this, I would never have slept at night.”

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DEAD AND BURIED

The house stands

alone and deserted,

dark and forlorn.

The moon casts its glow

through the tall windows.

Shadows fall on the

shiny wood floors.

Mice scurry from sight.

Dust mites fly through the air.

The wind whistles through

the cavernous rooms.

Rooms that had once held people,

furniture, and signs of life.

Signs of laughter and hope.

Now the house sits alone and dark.

What could have brought it

to such an end?

Has death entered this house?

Bringing with it sickness and sorrows.

Or has the family simply moved away?

A house holds secrets,

close to its heart.

Secrets that lie buried

beneath its floors

and foundations.

Be careful where you dig.

You might not like

what you find.

THE NIGHT

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The night is here.

The moon creeps forth

through the thick maze of clouds.

The stars sparkle in the dark

blanket of sky.

Welcome the dark shadows.

The night walkers.

The dreamers.

The ghosts of past years.

Those who walk the earth

in the dead of night.

Welcome night creatures.

All who are brave enough

to face the night.

For the night is here to stay.

OUIJA BOARD

Ouija board.

Give me your hands

and I will speak to you.

Through the dead.

With their voices.

With their memories.

Sit still and quiet.

You will soon feel them.

Enter your bodies.

Filling you with their thoughts.

Thoughts of revenge and murder.

Enjoy the game.

For the dead love their games.

TAKE ME TO THE CHURCH

Take me to the church.
The town’s on fire.
Hell has let loose its demons.

Take me to the church.
The Town Hall has lost its windows.
The Dead are taking over the town.

Take me to the church.
I want to live.
I refuse to become one of The Dead.
We must run for shelter.

Take me to the church.
I can see the church.
It’s standing strong against the storm.
Its door is standing open.
Welcoming us.
Let’s go inside.

Take me to the church.
Hell is raining down upon us.
Creatures are stalking us.

Take me to the church.
The church is gone
in a puff of smoke.
It stands no more.
Only a blackened shell
of its former self.

Take me away.
The Dead have won.
They always do.

Take me away from here.
Amen.

THE DEAD GAME

WHO BELIEVES IN MAGIC?

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Who believes in magic?

In miracles?

In ghostly goats?

In unicorns?

What about fairies?

They are part of our dreams.

Our hopes and dreams.

Here’s to fairy dust, wizards, and vampires.

Witches, demons, and monsters.

Without them,

there would be no dreams

or nightmares.

END HOUSE

End House sits alone and deserted.

Its shutters torn and hanging

from its broken windows.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

What happened to the family

living here?

Open the door.

Walk up the battered staircase.

Past the broken statues.

Where did the family disappear to?

A house ravaged by a storm,

inside and out.

A storm not felt by neighbors

or the nearby town.

What happened here?

THE DEAD GAME

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BLOODY MARY

I can see you.

from inside the mirror.

I will come for you

when you least expect it.

Don’t let your guard down.

Don’t fall asleep.

For soon your life will be over.

You said the words,

“Bloody Mary.”

It’s now too late to take them back.

They are written in blood.

Your blood.

Bloody Mary is here to stay.

A BIRD

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To keep flying.

Or to join my friends.

So many choices.

All are good.

The sun is setting.

I can feel its warmth

on my feathers.

While the warm breeze ruffles them.

The water looks calm.

I can see my friends swimming

with the current.

They look content and happy.

What a beautiful day

to be alive.

To be a bird.