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    Can you feel your heart beating? Is it beating too fast? Do you feel trapped? This
    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.

    Meanwhile, Linda is upstairs with the rest of her friends being pursued by creatures
    through revolving rooms. Or are they illusions? What should she do?

    Run!

    The owner of End House takes no prisoners.

    The Dead Game has begun.

     



Length: 320 pages Word Wise: Enabled
Kindle Delivers: Teen & Young Adult

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Susanne Leist

Biography

I have been reading murder mysteries and thrillers since I was a teenager. I’ve read all types of mysteries, from Agatha Christie to Sherlock Holmes. In recent years, I’ve begun to read paranormal mysteries. These books bring fantasy and the surreal to the simple murder mystery. It is hard to find books that combine paranormal with mystery. That is why I decided to write a paranormal, murder mystery of my own. It is the type of book that I search for and love to read.
My book, The Dead Game, has dead bodies and suspects like a traditional murder mystery. However, it also has humans, vampires, and vampire derivatives. And don’t forget the haunted house–we must have one of these.

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

merry go round

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

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.

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AN OASIS FOR THE DEAD

An Oasis

 
AN OASIS FOR THE DEAD

I may be living in an oasis,
Where the sun shines on a daily basis.
Florida has beautiful flowers and beaches,
But what it may be hiding are deadly leeches.
Dark shadows are following me right now.
I need to escape but I don’t know how.
I don’t want to end up like that dead woman.
I don’t even know if the shadows are human.

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THE REAL ME

This is the real me.

Behind the mask.

I may seem bright and happy,

but underneath I’m deadly.

Deadly serious about

those who provoke me.

Keep your distance from me

and from all of THE DEAD.

For we do not make friends.

Only enemies.

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CREATURES FROM HELL

The creatures from hell<br /> have been unleashed on Oasis.<br /> Flying creatures with human faces.<br /> Paradise has become a haven for murder.<br /> Where is there to hide?<br /> Death will be among us<br /> until the sun rises in the morning.<br /> THE DEAD love their games.<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

The creatures from hell

have been unleashed on Oasis.

Flying creatures with human faces.

Paradise has become a haven for murder.

Where is there to hide?

Death will be among us all too soon.

Until the sun rises in the morning.

THE DEAD love their games.

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BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

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.

There is a party,

but no host or 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.

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DANCE WITH THE MOON

dance

The moon brings out the best in us.

It reflects our inner thoughts and desires.

Some may howl at the moon,

while others are impelled to dance.

Dance until the sun rises.

Dance until your limbs grow tired.

Dance until you feel at peace.

At peace with the world.

MEET AT THE CHURCH AT MIDNIGHT

MEET ME AT THE CHURCH AT MIDNIGHT

town hall

     After all the introductions were made, Abe and Anna and their extended family bid farewell to everyone. Linda looked around but couldn’t find Father John anywhere. He had disappeared at some point earlier—after the destruction of End House. He didn’t even stay to meet Abe’s family. This had her worried. She questioned Shana, David, and Mike about his absence, but no one had noticed him leaving. She looked around for him, but had to finally give up and follow the others back to their cars.

Chapter 38

When Abe returned to his house, he opened his hand to reveal the small folded-up piece of paper that Father John had slipped into his palm. The Father had brushed past him just before he’d disappeared. Abe sat on his bed in the darkened room, slowly unfolding the note.

     Written inside were the few words “Meet me at midnight at the church.”

     He wasn’t too eager to visit the church so late. But he had no choice.

     Later, when everyone was asleep, Abe left the house and walked to town. He approached the church and saw for the first time the utter devastation the last storm had bestowed on the beautiful building. The once-white church was now darkened to almost black. All of its windows had been blown out and its roof had caved in. The tall bell tower was no longer visible; it must be lying somewhere amidst the rubble of the building’s interior.

     He didn’t see the priest anywhere outside, so he walked through the doorway or what had been the doorway. He climbed over large pieces of wood that must have been the front doors.

     Inside, nothing remained standing. Statues lay smashed on the ground. The pews had been crushed flat by the fallen roof. Even the stained-glass windows had been shattered to pieces. As he was lamenting over this terrible loss, he heard a shuffling noise behind him. He turned around to find the Father walking toward him.

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